Monologue- Jaffna waiting

Let me tell you upfront
I
have never been to

Jaffna

But, I have

These days

Things are good
 I hear

Peace
is among the

sweet drinks

green lanka lime ,
sunset orange barley

Ignore the floor panel

made of empty carton

where 50 rocket shells came from

Pottu on her brow

The light house

covered with a

Dialog

Dialog ? really?

Monologue ?

Jaffna listening

still

awaiting
for the cue for her to speak.

PS: This is a first . I have never explained my poems .  This is based on stories I heard from people who have visited Jaffna . That is what most us living beyond shores do . Exchange travel stories . And relish later. The story of dialog is based on the fact that the light house on point pedro is covered by two transmitting towers put up by Dialog . I found that to be ironic.