And no, it’s not this everlasting
Hate,
To see all men perish
To let women alone
Be the heroes of this time and age.
It’s just the simple thoughts,
Ones I can never outloud say,
On family dinners

• Sipping an instant coffee
  Just being the unruly modern lass
  With an un-black hair
  And a mini dress –
  Seeing, my uncles being the family men;
  One with his wife,
  Singing lullabies to their daughter
  In bed,
  The other on the couch
  Demanding his wife
  For a dinner plate
  To serve his impotent self,
  While calling her
  What he thought were nicknames.

Rtr.Shehani Welagedara