Poems
A lesson of love
Could one withdraw the eyes from this picture?
So much of life - and so much of love pour into the heart
This is certainly not a picture of two animals,
But a photograph and a volume of true divine love.
It speaks to our mind in a language so powerful.
With feelings of affectionate care and love.
A message so huge is compacted in this frame
No human being could imagine this depth.
These eye no doubt are fountains of love!
They shower us with feelings so deep and pleasant!
These faces so blissful with motherly feelings!
How lucky are the humans to be in their company!
Their ears wide open with readiness to listen
Lips tightly closed with a pledge of no gossip
The crowns on their heads add majesty to their fame
A kiss of this nature is so rarely experienced!
Pure is their love as white as their milk
Oozing from the udder to the calf with love
To all human beings a second mother is the cow
This tender loving kiss, to me, is a lesson of love!
- Nimal Sedera
To Rizwan
A dew drop with affection
From the mist laden Matale valley
Nurtured and nourished by maternal
Life blood like a mother of pearl
With God's race bestowing a boon
The baby Rizwan floated into father's arms
The first cry evaporated the anxiety in you
The mother's call triggered a surge of emotions
Euphoria flattered your heart like luminous fire flies
A son of mother Lanka
A citizen of England
Let him return to Matale soil
To bask under our blazing sun
Let him be resilient like stately palms
Bending to storms
Only top raise back to graceful norm
Let him drink the nectar of its nuts
Let his heart palpitate to song of mother Lanka
- G.H.A. Suraweera
In search of true love
There is a mist around me
I cannot see the things behind me
I cannot see the things in front of me
I cannot see the entire world, even me
I am in search of somebody
The most treasured person in one's life
But, how can I find him leisurely
Because there is a mist around me
The world is too vicious to be lived
May be he has quietly walked out
Though the mist will fade away
He will never be found
Anjalie Chandima Silva
University of Sri Jayewardenepura
Death of a servant
I at last
Identified
Our servant woman's body
At the mortuary
A tragic end
To a four decades of service
Her coffin was inexpensive
And her face disfigured
Neighbours sit
And murmur a few words
At the palour
Hush voices pervade in the air
I am somewhat relieved
That, we could afford
To give her a decent burial
In spite of her
Somewhat being a nuisance
At her senile age
I listen to the rhythm
Fascinated
As the monk recites
The final rites
A lone relative
Cries silently
When the lid of the coffin
Is finally closed
And I await
In suspension
Eager to resume
The normal life
And to quench
My incredible thirst
For knowledge
And insatiable passions
Which frequently
Devour me with relish
- Ranjan Amarasinghe, Nugegoda.
How nice?
How nice
If I can help the poor,
Disables, mentally retardeds, or socially discards.
Providing
Food, shelter and love
Helping, listening and consoling with kind words.
How nice
If I can fulfil this ambition
Making my lifelong dream come true.
Donating
Eyes, bones or other parts
To the needy from my dead body is the other plea.
- Jeevani Hasantha Wickramatunga, Nugegoda
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