A deity hummed her hymn with Sulasa’s win
And Sattuka’s tumbling the precipice down.
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You’re not free, Sulasa, you’re are not free;
Maybe, free from him but not from them.
Him you chose, I know, to be free from men;
Now you’re free from him but not from them.
When fire meets with water, it meets its end;
If it meets with cotton, then it runs to its end.
You’re so cool as water and as soft as cotton;
So, he met his end, yet you burn in them.
The hunted can sing with a hunter’s end,
But if hunting goes on, your paean is in vain.
Copyright © May 9, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
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