Bravery of a monk
It was mid noon
In the center of Kandy
Crowded with people
Of different varieties.

Shameless ladies
Under the guise of “styles”
Wore nasty suits
Becomes an eighty, fanatic.

Some, the bust opened
Some wore up to knees
Some, a few inches high
Some split up to ass
Their intentions can clearly be guessed.

I saw you “Ban the” (venerable sir)
With straight forward vision
NOT looking these odds
Resisting the inside evils.

Who blame these greats?
Just for a mere misconduct
Keeping this yellow robe intact
Is the greatest job
One can ever do
In the midst of totally spoiled environment.

Dr. Dammika Wijearathna