MAYBE
OR MAYBE NOT
This bearded baby which
Was dandled upon
yesterday's knees
Has become adorned,
cloud-faced
By time's salons.
Tomorrow like the dew
He shall be licked up
By eternity's tongue
And shall become ready
adobe
For the potter's
brainchild-vessel.
Maybe or maybe not
We shall be present
To render the graveside
songs
And watch his dreams
Which once outstood Sri
lanks's pride
Crumble into nameless
rubbles.
Maybe or maybe not
we shall be present
For like this bearded baby
This tributary carries us
all
To the same fated stream.
ANN N. AMOS
