Poems

A doleful dirge

One sunny morning
in a refugee camp up northeast
I heard a soft young voice counting
One Two Three Four and Five
again and again and again
forming a sweet refrain.

Compelled by its haunting tone
I followed it to a makeshift hut
To my surprise and delight
I found a beautiful baby girl
lying on the floor
counting the toes of her right foot.
Alas! Her left foot was missing
blown off in a land mine explosion
which also killed her young mother.

The innocent child smiled with me
and continued to chant her sweet refrain
blissfully unaware of her cruel fate.
I tried to console her distraught father
promising to help his baby girl
with a program to rehabilitate her.

That evening I returned home
with a heavy heart
oblivious to a gorgeous sunset.
The sweet refrain,
still ringing in my ears,
had become a doleful dirge.

CHITRA PREMARATNE - Stuiver

The untold love.....

When I was born,
Like a little bird,
I know you would have felt,
Like you got the whole world.
I grew up;
To face the world.
You gave me courage,
To face the world,
Secretly..........
By your braveness,
By your faithfulness.
Sometimes I think;
Whether you love me........?

And I'm sure,
If mother is the moon;
You are the sun.
Now I know why,
Why you don't show your love, openly;
Because you are the only one,
The one and only father I have,
Whose love is,
An untold love!
Dear father,
I love you,
Soooo-much!

D W LILANI ANURUDDHIKA

Dengue, Goodbye

Mosquito, Mosquito, sting us Not,
You spread Dengue, when you bite.
Illness and death, you give to us,
In return, for our blood.

You are a Criminal,
Who ought to hang.
For Breach of Justice,
To all humankind

You are our enemy,
You love us Not.
Go away,
And don't come back.

The lives of many,
You have taken,
Spreading Dengue,
God forsaken.

Please leave us along,
To lead our lives,
Free from Dengue &
Say, GOODBYE.

C MOHANLAL DE MEL

Seasons

Autumn Comes;
Days dull and sober
Trees golden and brown,
The cool breeze moves over
Letting us no fun.

Winter comes,
Long nights,
Trees naked,
Snow covers the floor,
People like getting ready,
To travel to moon.

Spring comes,
Trees feel shy,
Cover them with green,
Buds twinkle their eyes
Seeing the sun,
After along

Summer comes,
Trees blossomed and fruits,
People nearly naked,
By the torture of sun.
Streets crowded,
As homes are warm.
Beaches are full,
Enjoying the fun.

M. N. KAIYOOM

Murali The Hero

Murali you are dynamic
You are divinely unique
You are just outstanding
In the cricketing world
All that matters is
You are the first to surpass
Shane Warne's record
And acquire 800 wickets
In the cricketing world of spin bowling
You are the pride and joy of Sri Lanka
Murali you are the greatest
As modest as you are
You have climbed
The highest peak of glory
Thank you, Murali
For all the pleasure
You have given us
Throughout your cricketing career
Come what may
We shall always remember you
Your feat and unfading smile
With eternal gratitude
Thank You.

MABEL JAYASINGHE

If I were Master of Time

Dr Savitri Udawtte Samarasinghe

1) Time Oh Time
Can you stop for a while
What makes you run
So fast day and night ?

2)We cannot catch up
With you at times
You never wait
For us for a while

3)The good thing about you
I would say
You don't make bad times
Stay everyday

4)You make those born
Age fast at a rate
That life becomes shorter
Day by day

5)You turn the wheel
Of life so fast
That before we know it
We are dead and gone

6)You never let us catch you
Once you are gone
Leaving a space
For an item undone

7)You have just one friend
That's the clock on the wall
Holding hands together
You both run so fast

8)I wish I was only
The master of Time
To take control of you
Just for sometime

9)I will slow down the wheel
Of life in a way
That people can complete
Their tasks everyday

10)Make people age slowly
And life free of stress
Keep good times much longer
No bad times ahead !