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I lived in mannar
I was never a manerian
I was always too fair
or had too large a mouth
or smiled to much
lived on lies
that home was there

I went to Canada
on holidays
hoping to find home
on concrete fly overs
and leave forgotten past
but found
deceiving eyes
frist thrilled, then found
the past is wide and live

I traveled to Poland
only blood bound me
only blood was my company

I moved to Colombo
in search of home, identity
to forget all that was gone
instead the past seemed
to surround me, suffocating me
nightmares were louder
cries were clearer

so I could never find my identity
my home and I never found
a way
to leave the past
and in every place
I was a stranger

until one day
I looked to myself
to my own self, If found
home
where the past flew past
were I discovered myself
where I felt
home
of all places
it was the closest
still I never had
taken a glance
now I was home
home, no one could steal