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Poetry
Roosters, where are you?
Hark! still the highly elated Indian koel
The cuckoo, harbinger of the New Year,
Flourishes the air with resounding cries;
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!! announcing day break on the dot.
What happened to our dear domestic cock,
The chanticleer, with its arrogant crowing?
Cock-a-doodle-do, which heralds the day break;
While dawn itself has been known as cock-crow.
From my childhood to late sixtees now,
I have been listening to its sweet crowing,
And then how it lasted throughout the day;
Alas! it cannot be heard in the village today.
From domestic coops, roosts or from tree-tops
Where are your cock-a-doodle-do melodies,
Or your high squawks, when attacking rivals?
As if you were subjected to abattoir process.
What's wrong with you my beloved roosters,
Have you fallen victims to roaming polecats carnivorous?
Or to the accursed boozers of bootleg, ubiquitous
On village tracks, from morn till eve, like carrion crows?
Jayaweera D. Gunaratne
Never say goodbye!!
Sometimes,
through our journey of life;
We meet friends,
Who magically appear;
Sometimes,
We see friends,
Gloomily disappear.
Some just walk into our hearts,
Saying,
They'll be there forever;
Some just leave their footprints;
Which'll remind them forever.
Whose the real friend,
I don't know.
The one who stays;
Or the one who leaves;
But when we part;
We can't be sure,
To say good bye... Or not.
We might meet again.. we might not;
We might part,
For the whole life time.
The only thing a good 'you'll' say;
To a parting friend is...,
'Never Say Goodbye'.
D.W. Lilani Anuruddhika / 9 - G / Sanghamiththa
College, Galle
The duet
After a decade I have returned to see you my wife,
I can hear you singing the duet we often sang together
and lulling your baby to sleep,
Which reminiscence sweet memories of yesteryears.
Lost for ten years is a very long time indeed;
You thought me dead, and with grief you weep and gaze at me,
as if to say why have you come now?
My days were numbered for existence;
I deeply owe my life to Sudubanda who saved me from death,
From a rolling boulder which had hit my head, I lost memory he said;
My health was restored by this good samaritan and his wife.
I shall not repent, and hinder your new found happiness,
You deserve all prospectiveness.
Yasmin Jaldin
A new day
A day is ending
Adding another day to the past
As the darkness breaks
With the Sun rise
The golden dawn transpires
The owl breeze
To make it cheerful and warm
Birds are ready for their early catch
While Butterflies spread their colourful wings
On sweet scented flowers
Like an enchanted work of art
At the end of day
The darkness sets
Like the Sun sets in the sky.
Our future seems endless
Like the horizon
With the moonlit night
And stars glittering bright
To a destination to reveal
A shadow in our lives
Bernie Anthonisz
End of the Winter
Leaving me alone
You have gone
Far away.
No sunshine for me
Through the glass pane
The falling snow drops
Bare trees without leaves
Only I could see.
Caresses, the cold
Embraces me, the sorrow
Frozen is my heart,
Lonesome and frustrated.
My heart, lonely
Hibernating in the winter
"Why did you leave me?"
Asks the heart.
But...
Rays of the sun
Peeping through the window
Warm my heart,
Give me new hope
After the winter,
Sure to follow, the spring.
Thalatha N. Wijerathne
White doves
White doves are flying
All over the air,
Peace serenading
Everywhere.
Hundreds of Mother Lanka's
Sons, daughters too,
Laid down their lives,
lost limbs,
For me and for you.
Fighting valiantly
Never a backward step
Their memory will
Never fade away,
In Sri Lankan hearts
Will always stay Embedded,
Throughout History.
Our Gratitude
To all of you
Who gave us Peace
At your life's risk,
We salute you
We honour you
Brave children of one Mother.
We bow our humble heads
To every one of you Always.
Sylvia Hettiarachchi
What About...........?
Blue skies, Green fields;
Mighty woods, Glistening waters;
Gone.... gone...,
Are all gone.
Bright springs, Warm summers;
Dear autumns, Cool winters;
Washed... washed....,
Are all washed.
Sun streams, Moon beams;
Twinkling stars, Humming winds;
Freezed......freezed..........,
Are all freezed.
Chirping birds, Roaring animals;
Playing fishes, Swaying flowers;
Blown.... blown........,
Are all blown.
What about them,
What about us?
What about everything?
What about nothing?
Stop, stop to think,
What about today?......... What about tomorrow? |
