The Regrets Of An Old Singing Mountain

I touch the sky and your passing clouds in vain Because there was no any gratitude shown. They just hit my peak and run away. Sun, Moon, Stars and Angels they all mock and pass remarks. And I was disgusted of being alone. If I could move like a good man in a bad society Then I walk in every corner around the World And tell them whoever meets about my boredom. I dedicate this poem to the deceased Marxist Sri Lankan singer Gunadasa.Kapuge. Still I remember one of his sad songs; 'Friends! We are not mountains in rivalry But only transparent streams that run into one river.'