B.W.Cooray: I came to know one poem. Two prisoners looking out of their cell One sees mud Other one sees stars in the sky Who is the poet ? Dale carneigie?
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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