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Poetry
I can be,
I cannot be
I can be gladly be the shoulder,
For you to lean on and sob
I can willingly be the 'kerchief,
You to blow your nose and sing.
I can surely be pleasant shelter,
To shield you from wind, sun and rain.
I'll happily be the bright beacon
To illuminate the way, so you walk on.
I can be that pitcher of honey,
To make sourness sweeter for you,
My love is golden or is it platinum?
Not silver nor fragile China Dresden.
I can be the breeze to twirl you locks,
Softy bringing you comfort.
I'll offer my neck to save you dear,
But cannot be the cause of your tear. -
Radha Ranjani Jayawardana
Cupid
Cupid! Cupid!
Flying around with
Your bow and arrow
To shoot?
A hard prick into the
Deep end of an innocent heart
Makes a sweet heart
Oh! it's wonderful
Love... Love... Love...
Sounds and clicks
The word of words
Whispers, murmurs
Showers of flowers
Overflown feelings
Turns emotional in
Hearts of hearts
Dreams colourful
Hopes running round
Tension in mind
Thoughts far away
Breath is fast
Beat is high
Heart wounded
Joy turned tears
Cupid oh! Cupid
Shoot of your arrow is
Far too strong - Lakshmi Peiris
Suffering old man
I am so old
Over ninty
That I can't earn!
I can't work!
My hands Shiver!
Fingers don't function.
But my children
Have deserted me
There's none to lend me
A helping hand
So....
I am searching the way
To a home for the aged
Where is it?
How do I go there?
Who will hold my trembling hands
To find an asylum! - M.Y.M.Meeadh
The blind hope
I can't admire the beauty of roses,
But I can feel its sweet fragrance.
I can't see the rays of the sun,
But I can feel the warmth of it.
I can't see the brightness of the moon,
But I can feel the coolness of it.
I can't see the figure of my beloved teacher,
But I can hear her sweet voice and kind words.
Why people around me are so unkind and jealous?
Why can't they treat me kindly and friendly?
When will this cruel world become a better place
For us to live in happiness?
I'm looking for that day
When people love one another,
Irrespective of caste, creed and colour.
- Dahlan
Longing
Weep not for me when I am gone,
Just love me while I am near.
Smile for me each time you see me,
Shed no tears when I am no longer here.
Life for me
Was not always a dream,
At times
The reality was far too real,
Regrets, I have a few,
And sometimes, my cross, did weigh me down,
Till the lord
Eased my load with a loving hand.
Weep not for me when I am gone.
But, be glad that my days are done.
That the pain I feel is no more.
That the rest I long for is mine.
When the breath
Leaves my body and it grows cold,
You should not come
From the four corners of the world
To gaze at my decaying form.
Just remember, How
I lived and loved you all,
Let me be,
In your memories, forever alive.
Weep not for me when I am gone.
Let my body be consumed by the flames.
My ashes scattered in the blowing wind.
Make me free as a bird that roams the world.
For then,
I could drift to the places I could not see.
But only, for a while
For soon I'll be back to wherever you are.
The breath that I left,
To kiss your brows and wipe your tears.
Never to leave you,
Till the end of the world. - Shirley
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