Неведомые существа

Standing tall,

He Looks deep at me,

Direct in the eye,

Hairy but most human like,

Through the caged bars,

Lending his head in a plea,

Almost like this hand of mine.

Trying to Read

That expression in his eye,

What dwells deep within,

It’s hard to define.

Rage, anger, despair,

Stretching over millennia,

I cannot fathom,

What lies deep in this vacant stare.

Standing tall,

As I look in his eyes,

Finally the sparks burn bright.

I read his message right.

Inside that cage behind bars,

He claims — the place is mine

For the sin of egoistic hubris,

The sin of caging cruelly in,

Nature that is divine.

Nalaka Dassanayake