Come, give me a hand, let’s go


 If you are not dead
Or dying
You have to wake up
When the day breaks
Every morning is fresh
Although not in a dew on a petal
Wipe the dust on your bruised forehead
Come, give me a hand, let’s go
Forget the nightmares of blood
Tread soft on wreck
There’s a brook of fresh life
Somewhere in the land
Forget we were defeated
What is the meaning of success?
Life is minutes, days and years
Come, give me a hand, let’s go
 -Ajith Perakum Jayasinghe,

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