I write your name br On this small envelope br But I don't know your address. br Anyway, I dropp this letter br Into the nearby isolated Postbox br And hope that reach you one day. br The cruel invisible hands br Plucked my untimely Rose bud again. br The breasts full of milk and overflows br It's really painful and I search an infant on the street. br I pour my tears and the altar burns br Rescued Goddess whispers; ' What can I do for you? ' br 'Where is my abducted precious child? ' br The silence approves her deriliction! br br *Mithuri means the female friend in our Mother tongue. br To our darling daughter Tharindu, whenever the sorrow hugs you just think of your poor Mom & Dad.