Hail thee, valiant soldier
When our war-torn
Motherland is in slumber each night
You alone, thou valiant soldier pursues the enemy
Risking life and limb to bring relief and easy breathing to the
suffering millions
By nocturnally venturing tactically through mud and slime in jungle
trenches and
open spaces to the very mouth of the enemy, undaunted and through sheer
will and
grit capturing their front defence lines startling the enemy to shudder
and run away
forsaking their positions.
To thee then belongs this precious isle and not to us by virtue of
the fact that it is you,
You alone that has liberated our tattered Motherland from the shackles
of a despot.
Anyone can talk and express opinions be it politician or religious
dignitary
About your actions, its justification and veracity But you have all
silenced them by
your intrepid valour, alacrity and unparalled doughtiness.
The need of the hour is tangible and valiant deeds not just empty and
foul words
To retrieve the grandeur, the honour and integrity of the land of our
birth - our precious Mother!
Valley of the shadows
After years of suffering
I finally forgave myself for loving you
The mistake of loving someone who never cared
Who never shared and neither ever loved
Feeling ashamed for loving you
Feeling depressed by thinking of you
I no longer walk through that
Valley of the shadows
Where the memories of you lay
Hidden behind the sands of time
Now I walk among the flowers
That bloomed in this spring
And with each step that I take
I know that the love of God
Is shining on me
Bertholameuze Nisansala Dharmasena
Ready toleave for
Shining dots in the tiny chain around her neck
Run up and down as she turns under the light
A sweet drop above the eye-brow
Dribbles onto the fair nose and soft lips
Kith and kin of both parties are engaged in talks
With bottomless, boundless but lighting roaring sound.
Parents are happy-dream about the new union.
She scribbles on a paper to change civil status
Eyes of her, sometimes, laugh, sometimes cry.
I am numbed and an ache runs chest to head.
Every evening, she used to run to stile to clear the bars
And then sat on cycle bar me to ride with her home
Mother beat her the day she climbed to my back to pick jumbu
Every morning she came to me with the bed tea and to ear my chest
So she loved the beating of my heart.
Music mingled with sounds makes me an unknown world
Lights dim seem to me as stars in the space
She is my sister-younger sister my own,
Here she comes with a sheaf of betel
May I have the courage stand and rise
Let not tears smudge the portals of their new life.
Wasantha Thilakarathna
The secret of happiness
High in the sky
Birds fly
Says a bird 'Hark'
Yes, it's a lark.
On its wings
It sings
In full delight
In its flight.
It does remind
The idle mind
To quickly find
The reason behind
Its eternal merriment.
What secret has it
For its soaring spirit?
While it flies
It makes musical cries
While making musical cries
Higher and higher it flies.
Here its secret lies -
Laziness fails
For idleness brings sadness
And activity generates jubilance.
M.M.L.M. Haleel
Lost
Lost on a way
Was a traveller
Helpless and tired
Not knowing the destination
Searched for hope
In the bleak rays
Of the setting sun
To show
Him the direction
When the darkness was invading
His lost track.
The way he came passing
Is not reachable
The way ahead
Is blackening
With frightening shadows.
Lost in a midway
At a time when
The day was dying
Unable to go back or forward
Helplessly he stood
Not knowing what to do.
Hope glimmered
In his mind slowly
When the darkness hid him
That the sun will rise again
Tomorrow
To light the day
And to show him the way
And
He decided to wait
Till the dawn of a
New day!
Chanakya Liyanage |
