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Poetry
Our office
We mark the time as eight o'clock
But the clock says it is past nine o'clock
We leave well before five o'clock
And catch the train leaving at three o'clock
From nine to ten we go for tea
Ten to twelve do some jugglery
Twelve to one is our lunch time
That is the best of all times
One to two have a little nap
With dreams full of all mock ups
Back again to our desk we go
For meeting who wait from long ago
We shout and say bring this and that
They say we brought all what not
Never mind you come again
Today I am on short leave
At four o'clock the wash rooms are full
As a salon with clients brim full
Ladies paint their lips and cheeks
To restore the archaic species
Boss comes after a couple of drinks
Shouts at all with no smirks
Tables too shiver with files on them
Some read the files with up side down
Time now is five o'clock
No one moves and remain like rocks
If the boss comes daily like this
All will be there from eight to six !
J. NAGODAVITHANA - Nugegoda
Paradise on the Earth
Our mother land,
Beloved Sri Lanka
Your green meadows
Blue hills with water falls
Sunny beaches caressed by sea
The scenic splendour
Makes you so attractive.
Majestic Sigiriya rock
With frescoes of pretty damsels
Ancient dagobas and
Temples with colourful paintings
Kovils, churches and mosques
The palace of Tooth Relic
The pinnacle of our country
Adam's peak, worshiped by sun
Sanctuaries with wild elephants
All these make you
The paradise on the Earth
Your past victories
And future goals
Are our glory, our treasure.
THALATHA N WIJERATHNE
Innovation
If Sir Isaac Newton had only
eaten that apple
without thinking of Gravity,
Russians and Americans
how can commence
the space travel.
If Alexander Fleming
had no sense about
the disappearance of
Bacterial colonies on
the plate of Agar,
How can medicos
inject their patients
with Penicillin
If Kekule has forgotten
the dream about the snake,
There would be no Benzene ring
and no Aromatic Chemistry
no compound & medicines.
Innovation and Curiosity,
They are the wick and oil
of the lamp of learning,
So go on lighting
The lamp.
THALATHA N WIJERATHNA
An ode to the maids
Ms Ariyawathie (left) was deeply traumatised, doctors said.
Not only Ariyawathis may come and
Somawathis / Wimalawathis may go!
Even Zareenas may come and
Fareenas / Kareenas / Mareenas may go!
And most will return maimed!
But life will go on in our paradise island undaunted!
(With apologies to Lord Alfred Tennyson)
Mohamed Zahran
To the teachers
Thou art, oh! teacher
The star that guides my soul's tide
Your knowledge, a boundless sea
My mind to knowledge is wholly yielded
Like a child yielding for care
have I grown.
For life that flows with grief and joy
in tune with time
But thou steady and strong I see
Like a bridge surviving in a storm
Gives me strength.
So all I worship is thee
HASITHA C ADIKARIARACHCHI
May be and yet to be
I am painting flowers
In the garden of your love
For you and me
And for the may be
And for the yet to be
Of our today
I am painting gardens
In the heart of your love
For me and you
And for the will be
Of our tomorrow
BERTHOLAMUZE NISANSALA DHARMASENA - Sri Lanka
Kiss
Mesmerizing
Heart breaking
Breathtaking
Heart capturing
Unforgettable
NISANSALA DHARMASENA BERTHOLOMUZE |
