Refugee Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

Yellowish red sparking friend can I not seek a kind of salvation from thou
I your colour is fake your chemical is evil but I can not leave your acquaintance when soft and bliss of slumber has left being unkind to my weary eyelids my sinner my pal you are stroking my soul with your illusional touch and sleep me deep and deep when I write my verses anticipating to write at least one poem in life trying hard to forget the lost world wherein I have been out of bound for ever and ever...