The Hour of Mayhem – Piyangie Jay Ediriwickrema

A mass of humans bustle over the platform;

An anxious air above them

The stinking clothes and crumpled faces paint a picture of exhaustion

Amid hot and humid

A loud orchestra plays early

Its booming brass, beating drum, and clashing cymbal entertain a dull audience

The aroma of soups, sandwiches, and coffee soothes the nostrils

Those conscious stop; the oblivious taking the sidewalk

Closed shops come alive

Dusters and brooms swing and sway sprinkling clouds of dust into the air

Countless loud voices scream over the other from the wired boxes,

Deafening the passers by

Amidst the cacophony, an elderly man sits in the shade and draws a bow

A melodious voice sings ballads, teasing and mocking the insanity.

© Piyangie Jay Ediriwickrema.

About the author

Piyangie Jay Ediriwickrema is an Attorney-at-Law by profession. Her devotion to literature has taken shape in reading and reviewing books of various genres set in different periods of time. She dabs at a little poetry and fiction of her own and hopes to share her work with the readers in the future.