Vidujith Vithanage

Abstract Drama Tragedy

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Vidujith Vithanage

Abstract Drama Tragedy

The Curfew

The Curfew

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I took a drive on a morning

Fresh, on a road, paved flat

The hour ought to be ' a rush'

Alas! It wasn't except for some men

In uniform who looked weary

By denying the nights call


Where are you heading sir?

I was asked, I drew out a paper

Wasn't a pass, they hoped for

A note stamped duly in purple ink

I saw the grin melts into compassion

Please go sir, my condolences!



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