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Poetry
Spouse to be
Your image is carved in my lonely heart
Without seeing or knowing the whereabouts
So many images like you go by past
But unable to say it is my sweetheart
I was hunting for you for years gone by
I was unable to see with my naked eye
I get up in the mornings to see you alive
I go to sleep wishing my thoughts adieu
I have painted a damsel like you
And hanged it to see the whole day through
I talk to the picture imagining you
It looks at me but remains like a statue
Time is ripe for me to get married
But the spouse to be has not yet reached
Whoever comes for my spouse to be
Have to match the image created in me
The sweetest flower that ever on earth bloomed
Matchless alike in divine in beauty and perfume
Whitest lily that my eyes have seen
Loveliest rose that in the world has been
My love for thee no bounds doth know
My heart thy memory shall for ever glow
I now know that you are far far away from me
Will remain a bachelor thinking of thee
J Nagodavithana
Gajaman Nona
Gajaman Nona, a poetess of fame,
Was said to be a ravishing beauty, with grace.
Her love for poetry was immensely great,
To learn under a monk, she posed as a male.
This was done, as in olden days,
Monks were forbidden to associate,
Either to teach or work with females.
Cunningly, this obstacle she overcame. Many a man, for her hand, craved
and raved, She consented to marriage, when Twenty Two of age. And wedded
a Chieftain, Gardiarachchi by name, Who died a few years later, destiny
she had to face.
There are romantic tales of her escapades,
Her friendship with D'Oyly, Elapatha for solace.
One should understand her breaved state,
Struck by poverty, she had been desperate.
She died in 1814, December, on 15th day,
Leaving her literary works with her illustrious name.
As descendents of Gardiarachchi, we profusely pay
To our ancestor, Gajaman Nona, a tribute this day
In the heaven above, she has found a place,
Singing to Devas, in a melodious way,
Enticing and keeping them happy and gay,
As done on this earth, a game, she well played.
Don Sirimal Gardiarachchi
Moon, I do not love you any more
No distance ever was between you and me
stand witness the lyrics written in praise of thee
a simile my beloved often did quote.
You guided us through hedges and groves full in bloom
The paths and plains we trod in madly dreams
Covered and entangled in your silvery drape
Every moment we enjoyed in the lovely plains.
When my son was born, we brought him home
In the night you shone up above the sky
Toddler and infant of the days he passed
I sang a lullaby in praise of thee.
He suckling on his mother's breast.
often asked for the plate that brought him "milk and honey"
Which granny had promised him many a time.
Many were the days I saw you in full circle
Travelling endlessly on your divine path
Sorry, It's true I confess that my interest was never the same
Since I gave way for the commands of a mother's heart.
When my son was grabbed and taken by armed gangs
Chained and muffled for reasons he never knew
In the night, I saw you watch from your heavenly abode
And you showed them the way sans heed for his screams and my sobs
It was again the day he escaped from the terror gang
You with your bloody rays, like a villain guided them
From my lap they snatched him and my eyes weren't blindfolded
Then gun shot after gun shot cracked and you watched
How he fell and bade me farewell
With his tiny eyes open,
And you shone brightest ever.
R H M Piyasena
Attraction and repulsion
A storm gathered to the east
Clouds dimmed the air
And Smears of rain
Angled near the horizon
A haze of humidity
Hung everywhere
It was very cool
Piercing from cold
Lightning burst
Behind the hills
Silvering them
Distant thunder
Came riding
Down the atmosphere booming
Finally violent rain
Continued for days
Inundated the fields
Rendering many destitutes
Causing relentless flood
There was clamour
For dry weather
There was drought
Cursed and Prayed
The Rain God
Where there is attraction
There is Repulsion
This is the nature
Sam Priyankarage
Santa is coming
Brilliant red is santa's gown
Triangle cap is long in length
Sack is round with full of toys
Santa is coming
for Christmas again
Jingle bells are tuned in song
Drives his cart to the rythem on snow
He smiles and touch the kids with love
Makes them happy sing and dance
Flow in strings in Santa's hand
Balloons in shades of Red and Blue
Christmas tree with greening lights
Blinks and sparkle day and night
Ment as Christmas the Saviour's Birth
Gifted us the theme of peace
Words are turned to a sincere with
"Happy Christmas" in smiling lips
Lakshi Peiris |
