When
the village thugs
snatched
the tender young coconut
that he had picked for his lunch,
Lokka thought
(in fact, he challenged them)
the best form of punishment
for them
was to fall himself from the tree.
Four decades has passed
since that incident,
and that stupid little Lokka
(a child’s nick name: big shot)
has had numerous
experiences, in and out,
as a teacher, don, father and Boss,
and now is doing
a doctorate, though too late,
in a reputed
university.
However, when I feel
that I take similar decisions
I took
four decades ago,
I feel I should love me more.
Copyright © August 17, 2018, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay
Loving yourself is the key.
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Thank you so much for the great comment! That’s true, too. However, the intended message is ‘punishing self instead of others’. Thanks again!! 🙂
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Thought provoking.
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Thank you for your great comment!! 🙂
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You are welcome. ☺️
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I love this so. .
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Thank you so much for this great comment!! 🙂
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Thanks so much for following. …
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I would follow you with great pleasure!! 🙂 🙂
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Lovely poem with a powerful message.
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Thank you, Marta, for finding time to writing a great comment!! 🙂
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So much head work and you still find time to rhyme!!!
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It has become a habit now and cannot escape from. 🙂 Thank you so much for the comment!!
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I feel the exact same. Right now, I am struggling findin time, but it is not time I have less…what I have lost is the habit I was in. But it is a matter of finding new ways of making art. and we will…May I take your discarded seed and plant into my land of dreams? ditto done-so! :*
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That’s so funny!! 🙂
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And it is never too late, only when the reaper comes…then it shall be.
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Sure, ‘it is never too late’. Thank you so much for the comment!!
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Many of us have been through this kind of experience. Somehow the wounds in childhood stay w/ us.
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