Among the ruins I sat on a stone bench facing an isolated pond. br All of a sudden a tortoise came up from the muddy water. br And she's older than my Great Grandma it seems, br But she called me uncle. br Oh! How I am wearied along this useless journey? br 'Hey! Uncle this isn't an ideal place to roam around, br I'll give you my feathers better you fly and try another place.' br I borrowed her feathers and said; 'Thank you.' br I flew the whole day but still I see the pond below br And I realized that I cannot fly anymore leaving the ruins. br br * To the deceased Sri Lankan Veteran Dramatist Actor and Author Henry. Jayasena in gratitude.