I AM THE UNWRITTEN POEM.

You attached by pretty words,

And mixed with various rhythms,

Your flowers of poetic thoughts,

Are attractive, always.

They're like golden necklaces,

And suitable for beauties. 

I'm not in them - Dear poet,

Why did n't you create me yet?

I waited a long time, 

Today also you wrote a poem. 

Do you know who I am, 

I am the unwritten poem.

My feelings are very sad, 

I feel you are very bad. 

Creat me soon, I'm your lad,

Then you'll be my dad.

                 [Dulkanthi Samarasinghe.]