To an unborn child of Lanka

You died within
Your mother’s womb
When she was blown up
By a bomb exploding
In a railway carriage.
You had no chance
Of being born.
Consider yourself lucky,
Unborn, for this country
At this moment is not auspicious
For the innocent
And true of heart.
Wait awhile, Unborn,
Wherever you are,
Until heaven prepares
Your country
To receive those true
Of heart.

By Punyakante Wijenaike