The metal huts built in the compound were all crowded
with his relatives, neighbors and fellow soldiers in the army
In the midst of the verandah, there was the sealed coffin,
a stylish wooden box with pale embellishments
His wife was seated there, leaning against the casket
All she wanted was just to be close enough to him
as she had always craved with all her heart,
and as they had both promised to each other
It had been more than half a day now
and she would not cease to leech
Then her mother came towards her
and caressed her head for a while saying,
“Come, my dear, it’s already the afternoon,
You have to eat something now,
She replied in an uneasy tone,
“No mom, no, he’s still asleep, isn’t he?
You know mom, he’s just asleep!
They told me, you know, the fortune tellers!
There was nothing wrong with his horoscope.
Wait, I’ll come together with him to lunch.
He’ll knock when he wakes up.”
As she laboriously jabbered these words,
a few tears that had been struggling so far
rolled up from her reddish eyes
and fell on the floor thus bursting into droplets.
A Portent Warns a Soldier’s Wife
The gutter of the wrenching lamp flame
It jumped, skipped, pulled
dragged away by the roar of a brisk wind
Her pulsation was hit for a moment…
she was armed against her heart
it was late in the morning
as she learnt he was gone,
Gone with that very flame of her lamp.
Indunil Madhusankha is currently an undergraduate reading for a BSc Special Degree in Mathematics at the Faculty of Science of the University of Colombo. Basically, he explores the miscellaneous complications of the human existence through his poetry by focusing on the burning issues in the contemporary society. Moreover, Indunil’s works have been featured in many international anthologies, magazines and journals.