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Poetry
Death of a blossom
Is it a fault of mine? Am I to blame? The cause of your painful shame!
I feel your love, the next minute you cry and then you curse, tell me
why?
Two months since I first met you and I yearn to be in your arms.
To hold your hands and walk the path of life by your side
Is it so wrong to hope for your love, your warmth, care and your
embrace?
What is the reason? Why do you try so hard to push me away?
Hate enkindles every time you feel me and your wish of death embraces
me.
It is your body; it is your right yet what about mine?
Have I no right to breathe, to feel the wind or scamper along the grassy
green
To watch the blue sky, or catch a firefly?
You love me; yet shame does the world offer and loathe fills your heart
within;
Your heavy sighs I hear and if only pain I bring, then death do I aspire
Your beautiful smile I desire; though my eyes will never be blessed to
see
With each dying gasp; your smile Mom is my only plea
Eroshani Nadika de Silva
The blessed rose
Good things are hard to find in life.
But, I say thanks to my Lord,
For giving me such a painful life.
Because it brought me the valuable gift.
Blooming love is natural.
But, your love is a mystery.
All the living things must die.
But the love between us............
Is the everlasting love.
Although I am in pain...
I am gifted to know you dear.
I have experienced from you.....
The Godly love.......
Which I never experienced in my life.
I walked through the path.....
Which is filled with thorns.
But now...........
I have the devine and blessed Rose,
Which never ever go away from me.
"Rose is always rose"
Sharmi
No more tears, no more laughs
Love is coming as a blooming bud.
But it was hurting as a shoe flower's kick.
Roses are shinning as a lover's laugh.
But sun shines warm as a cruel guy's.
Rabbits are jumping away from the moon.
Clouds are running no more laugh
Colours are gathering rainbow's calm
Lone is ending with more tears.
This is the way at love,
Some times happy.
Some times sad.
No more tears, No more laughs.
No time to begin no time to end.
No, reason to break it.
This is the way of the love
Marina Shamali Wickramasinghe
Peace
Peace, peace on summer's wind
Ensures your youth is not skinned
At any price some may say
Can we afford to stay away
Enmeshed in our tragedy for too long?
A. M. W. Fernando
Island Spell
I am wrapped in a strange enchantment,
Caught in an island spell,
Snared by an age-old magic
Of a love no words can tell.
Not for me the far-away places,
Not for me the thirst to roam,
The tug at my hungry heartstrings
Is the call of my island home.
I am drowned in her great, green waters,
Burnt by her golden sun,
Dazed by her starry heavens
When her purple dusks are done
I have drunk the wine of her moonlight,
I have lain at her breast thro the years,
I have shared her joys and her laughter,
I have bled with her sorrow's tears.
I have lain on her yellow beaches
With my ear to a fragile shell,
And heard in its low sweet murmur
My wordless island spell.
Wendy Whatmore
The majestic state
Fields of Mustard
Swaying in the breeze
Arid desert lands
Scorched by the sun
Colourful clothes
Standing out from the dust
Camels, elephants and horses
On the road
Magnificent palaces
Towering high
In pink splendour
The kingdom of Maharajas
Rajastan, the majestic state
Nillasi Liyanage
Farmer's friend
Life span is very limited
Birds are enemies supposed to be
Varieties are thousands and thousands
No males and females seem to be
Never,make a nest to lay eggs
No shell, not a safe life to live
It's a creature with a long soft body
A friend of farmer
Under the soil, live forever.
S. Hettige |
