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POETRY
Deluge
The floodgates of Hell itself
Seemed to have opened up
When the swollen river
Disgorged its muddy waters
After days of relentless rain
Had filled it to overflowing.
The turbulent flood
Inundated an entire village
Drowning every being in its wake.
Once throbbing with life
It had turned overnight
Into a graveyard.
The few wretched survivors
Moved about like zombies
Searching for their loved ones
Among the rotting corpses.
This grim aftermath
Compelled me to reflect on
The fragile nature of life
And the inevitability of death.
My avid pursuit of pleasure
Now seemed utterly pointless.
Chitra Premaratne - Stuiver
Stories
Stories we tell
Are the stories we define
Stories we defined
Are the stories we lived
Stories we lived
Are the stories we dreamed
Stories we dreamed
Are the stories we hoped
Stories we hoped
Are the stories we believed
Bertholamuze Nisansala Dharmasena
IDP no more
IDP our own hearts and souls
same blood same flesh
Braving through dine straits
though colour, Lingua, faith
culture differ a bit
that's not a bar,
for national unity.
No. Report of guns
No scene of abductions
No fear of torture
Saved from the Tiger,
Maniacs claws
Happy they are
Beaming faces everywhere
Smiling children playing there
Soon three letters will go
They be back in their own homes
New vision, new mission,
New aims in hearts.
One flag one country.
DMPB Dissanayake
Self Deception
Life is exquisite but perilous
Just like a mountain
Covered with mist,...
But, carrying heavy burden
On our shoulders, through excessive
craving,
We climb up the hill top
With the imagination that there are
Numerous treasures
Bundled in thousands
Despite of the risk of falling down
The deep ravine.........
Hope, hand in glove with desires,
Impatiently encourages us
To get the summit on which
Wishing gems are scattered
In abundance.........
Though exhaustion enwrap
Our feeble souls
Throughout the arduous trek to the top,
We never give up our non stop journey
Unaware of the fact
That craving brings sorrow.
When all sort of concessions,
Wealth and happiness,
Adorn the feeble souls, which
Had been an empty vessel,
Craving, conceit and pride
Try to rule the profile of
Human qualities ungratefully
By kicking the ladder
That helped to step up
On the summit of supreme bliss.......
Those who bite off the hands
That fed them in their hunger,
Never think of the past infertility,
Nor do they care a hang
For the ladder supported,
And eventually.......
Amidst insults, sarcasm and contempt
They find their water-loo
Like the foolish wood pecker, who,
Pecks at every tree.........
The hand and ladder
Which fed us and raised us on top
Should not be discriminated, whatever
Circumstances fence around your desires
For,
There lies precipice
On the verge of the summit........
Sudath Jayatissa Hewamadduma |
