Tortoise's Feathers

Among the ruins I sat on a stone bench facing an isolated pond. All of a sudden a tortoise came up from the muddy water. And she's older than my Great Grandma it seems, But she called me uncle. Oh! How I am wearied along this useless journey? 'Hey! Uncle this isn't an ideal place to roam around, I'll give you my feathers better you fly and try another place.' I borrowed her feathers and said; 'Thank you.' I flew the whole day but still I see the pond below And I realized that I cannot fly anymore leaving the ruins. * To the deceased Sri Lankan Veteran Dramatist Actor and Author Henry. Jayasena in gratitude.