I have traveled from the desert to snowy woods
And really I was born under a travel star.
Oh! My dreamy Massachusetts am I here for your
Saint Patrick's celebration?
I heard that almost everyone who is Irish but I am a Sri Lankan scribbler
And I got anonymous threats to my life over the phone for my anti-terrorist poems. [E.G. 'The Immortal souls, Motherland mourns for her brave sons,
A cicada's chirp & Tigers without stripes etc.]
I escaped from Saudi Arabia and then my native soil.
My dear Saint Patrick I heard that you too struggled in jails.
Your precious day came to America in 1737 it seems and celebrated in Boston city with growing number of Irish Immigrants.
Springtime approaches here and I believe you see my predicament.
* To my friends Dave.Tanguay & George Murdock and..................etc.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/st-patrick-s-day/
