Tuesday, February 16, 2010

poem

With eyes wide open
and senses on high,
I'm exploring this country,
this culture to which I'm tied.

Every meal is savoured as an experience
and not just to fill,
Laden with spices
the heat hasn't beat me yet, until...

The attractions are diverse,
we've been spoilt by many an awesome sight.
Wherever we go, the children can't help but stare,
thinking "Is it really possible to be so white?".

Full of colour, faith and tradition,
Sarees and sarongs are rife.
The Sri Lankans believe in taking a minute,
to enjoy this fragile life.

With heart wide open,
so I can truly appreciate this land,
I too can waggle my head,
to show that I'm beginning to understand.

Claire

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