මේ කවිය රෝමය ගිනි ගනිද්දී වීණා වාදනය කල නීරෝ ගැන නොවේ. තමාගේ ලෝකය ගිනි ගනිද්දී ඒ ගින්දර ඉදිරියේ දනින් නොවැටුනු නීරෝ කෙනෙක් ගැනයි. ඒ නීරෝලා හැමෝම ගැනයි.
This poem (sinhala) is not about the Nero who played fiddle while the Rome burned. It's about a Nero who didn't give away to the burning fires and stood against all odds. It's about all those Neros.
Play some rock music and march on. :P
2 comments:
Nice poem. This reminds me of a person whom I know of. You know who it is.
I'm not sure who you mean, but I'm sure I know many who can qualify. :) Thanks for the comment man.
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