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Poetry
My dream
I closed my eyes
There was a pretty girl as a fairy.
When I was looking at her
She smiled as a blooming rose
I was shocked because her smile
Pinched my heart deeply
No more tears with more happy
She touched my heart without holding hand
Smooth lips felt like a flower drum
It says me to kiss, her chicks
I tried to kiss her.
There were noises
I opened my eyes...
There was my younger brother
Oh! I was dreaming in bed....
Marina Shamali Wickramasinghe
The fate
Sucking the essence of
Our nation's identity,
Weakening the strength of
Our heart and soul,
Paralysing the backbone of
This isle's economy,
Exploding the land, air,
Water and everything,
Massacring valued democracy,
And enjoying the flesh and blood
Of infants, young, clergy and old,
They tried to crown
Their dream world
Yet...
The crown turning into a boomerang
Helped them conquer
Even less then six feet
In nowhere kingdom!
A. Jayalath Basnagoda
Somersault of the crow
Behold! The grand show, the somersault of the crow!
Arena is set, to get set with the unpleasant cry,
Conceived in the recess of mind, in its, straight flight
Somersault of the crow! talk of the day!
Coerced by the owl, backed by the jackals.
Driven by the spirit, of the heroine of the bard,
Written in the crow's horoscope, strange it seems,
Yet, the somersault is meticulously planned.
A back somersault is meant,
The very crow that fainted in pressure,
The air resisted in the spiral rocketing
To win the battle of the hawk
The hawk reigned in high pressure in air
The crow darted downward, nowhere!
The avian world with much fanfare,
With their world of beasts that swear,
The crow is dressed with the best of wear,
The world is awaiting to watch in air.
Round the corner, the day would come,
The somersault of the crow starts with the drum.
Its feathered friends with their dumb pals
Pour it with cheers, together with their gals.
A band wagon of strange bed-fellows
Stationed in regiments, in thickets, on trees.
Galore of hopes, soars so high
A jenny is silhouetted in crow's try
Avians mingle on beasts' heads
Yet, suspicion grows on unusual things.
Somersault of the crow,
Feel the thrill of the show!
Piyadasa Rillagoda
A global citizen's lament
My heart mourns for you
Kinsmen of the great slave
Your spirit was killed
Long time before
The quake buried it.
Many quakes and hurricanes
Of Providence and man-made
Destroyed it.
Can you remember the Haitian?
How your black spirit sore high
To shed the shackles of slavery?
The first black republic of the world
Who robbed your spirit?
Land of rubble
Land of orphans
You lie helpless,
An agonized, bruised
Molested woman
In death throes
Your almond- eyed dark dolls
Seized away
By the barren west
Out of love?
Once, twice innumerable times
Plundered at will
The sap of your land
Drained out for the white man's cup of coffee
Now the military come
With Aid to heal your ulcerated
Body and soul
Bleeding again with the quake.
World often forgets
Hard facts of history
Repeated over and over again
Greed to plunder the fellow human
Destroys this blue planet
Of yours and mine!
By and by.
Haiti is the world's first black republic and the first country in Latin
America to
free itself from colonialism and slavery. A French colony Haiti was
earlier known
as Saint Dominigue. The struggle against French colonizers was initiated
by Toussaint
L'Ouverture a slave.
Malini Govinnage
A lost world
This world has lost its glory for me
The word teacher means nothing to me
Once so precious students of mine
Now seems so meaningless
Like the dust in the wind
Bertholamuze Nisansala Dharmasena
Summer dawn
Beyond my window at dawn
Calm and mild, yet trilling splendour lie
Balmy air with a misty haze
Brings an inviting odour.
The sun in the far eastern sky
Try to unveil her night's coverlet
Throwing waves of clouds aloft
And quivering streaks of fading light.
Winds blow tenderly and calmly
Still, darkness not invaded by the sun
Aroma of the fresh earth at dawn
Saturate the whole atmosphere.
Amidst, cold dew-spread darkness
The tumult of many a wing
Their blended notes in melifluous music
Soothe the ears, but eyes miss vivid hues.
Carolling birds at dawn in rendezvous
Make the day cheerful and spiritual
Cold and humid air brushing the bushes
Stir you to an active life all along.
The village road, busy by day
Gives a hollow silence at dawn
A footstep is heard far away
Shadows of lone figures drift past.
Mooing of a cow in a distant glade
Chattering of monkeys on trees
Humming sound of bees in swarms
Bring liveliness and loveliness to the dawn.
Dayaseeli Senaratne |
