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Poetry
Mother
A mother I'm
A house of my own,
And kids around,
Sleepless nights
Financial tights
Children's fights
Oh! Many a day
Solutions to some
Others at ends
Mother is this what,
You too had
Wants to smile,
And be smart
But the day is so short
No time to start
Mother! Is this what
You too had?
But you are great
To be just you;
With all these woes
And make a special,
For us to live;
A happy way
M N KAIYOOM
Mellowing hand
I have felt the arrows of problems
coming towards me,
One after another sometimes,
The problems comes sometime in series,
But by grace, I have felt the arrows,
Becoming harmless as paper darts
Falling in the mid-way of flying past me;
When troubles comes our way,
Sometimes an invisible hand seems to
mellow them,
Like arrows into paper darts.
S R VIVEKANANTHAN
Courts play
Allowance
To cross over.
Disbanding
The PTOM
Strengthened
The patriots
To go against
The terror
To win peace
For the motherland
The actor chief
Became a pawn
Of the west
There is a Sinhala
Saying to say
Even teachers
Do have room
To err
The nation should
Pardon him
D K PIYARATHNA
Ghosts of my past
Ghosts of my past
Why do you haunt me now?
Echoing voices
Of a by-gone time,
When I was young
And had my dreams intact...
Waters of a thousand streams
Have flown beneath the bridge
That is my life,
And left tranquility
Where once there surged,
Unchecked,
Wild passions
Of my youth
When black was black
And white was white
Not grey.
Where young impulsiveness,
Sought truth and right,
Where naught but lies
Remained..
I'm but a trembling drop
In a mighty restless sea
Of the world
That can't be changed,
To suite my visions free.
You're you, I'm me
And each must face
His selfmade destiny.
I've gained my freedom now
In the autumn of my life,
My heart at rest,
My yearnings satisfied,
In the understanding
Of shared reality
And love-
Ghosts of my past
Rest-
In the buried youth
That was me.
VARNA L DE SILVA
Young artist Yuvini
Dexterous fingers
Gentle strokes.
Palette in one hand
The young artist goes
With brush and paint
Chosen colours blending,
Out comes her inner thoughts
On canvas,
As if never ending.
Figures, pilgrims,
Changing scenery,
Another young artist
Stepping forth.
We stood admiring
Clever exhibits,
At the join show,
Mingling with beautiful thoughts,
Clear on canvas
Bringing out talent
Of these future young gifted blossoms
Of our Golden Island.
SYLVIA HETTIARACHCHI
Jumbo human conflict
"Appachchi dear, please listen to me
Our sylvan folk seems busy indeed
Wending their way to the thicket deep
A Jumbo, its calf have fallen steep
Into a murky muddy mire beneath."
"My dear Tikiri I'm so weary
Thatching our shaky wattle shanty
Ruined by that unruly brutish beast
With ashen clouds the sky is a slate
Soon a shower may drench us straight."
"Be not be annoyed Appachchi, that's our fate
Now I shall follow our elders' trait
My tether may help with the plastic pail
Crow-bars, mammoties, poles they take."
"Tikiri, you need to be safe, take care
I'll be with you to share, be fair."
Father son with kith and kin
Joined hands in clearing the pit
To lift up the jumbos buried in clay
Struggling within in panic and pain
Along the drain the tethered calf
With bent forelegs stretching its half
Shrugging its waist dripping mud
Upto the brim made way fast.
Mother jumbo tethered chained
Frontals, temples, trunk raised
Growling bellowing in desperate pain
Came up propelled tight in a frame
Kneeling along the burrowed lane
A turbulent commotion, mayhem horrible
Echoed roared throughout the jungle
Amidst eerie cries, the rescued beast
Trekking few steps, ran amok freed
Trembled villagers dispersed in shrieks
"Appachchi, appachchi I am here on a tree
Run fast, be safe shelter seek
The frenetic beast is chasing thee
Run fast,be safe, shelter seek
You ungrateful horrid savage monster
Don't trample, crush my dearest father
My supremo, my saviour.
A dreadful tragedy before Tikiri's eyes
In flames of agonies, shivered, shaken
Lost his grip out of the bough
Collapsed under the tree over a mound
Still and stunt without a sound.
SUNETHRA WIJEMANNE - Bandaragama
G r a y
Life has no black and white
only colours of gray
NISANSALA DHARMASENA BERTHOLAMUZE |
