A black‐bear had to wake up from hibernating
A dandelion had to redefine the weeding
At my pointless hollowed loose end,
I grabbed my mind and left,
by leaving lifeless body in the hall
‘cause my blood was blue she said
as I hadn’t had a heart
I wonder, ever she wondered
Medusa had many hearts
Dreaded to count how many
stabbed‐ragged hearts she made
Though nobody had ever captured
her divine countless hearts
Snobbish arrogance, being loved
so was her dare demand
washing away from pouring tears
I spy, her sobbing,
Love could change the colour of blood
from rigid blue to bleeding red
If she were to see it’s red
were she to hold my breath,
I would grant her a cloud‐cuckoo‐land
If my dead heart pounds again,
as I soften her soft reddish palm
the most darling voice would say
"Your blood is blue ‐
You have no heart"
November 2011
Subadra Jayasundara | සුභද්රා ජයසුන්දර 
