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Poetry
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A sheet of paper
That calls a
Public celebration
Or private funeral;
Compensating for
Imprisonment of freedom,
Embracing stress and fear,
Burying joy and happiness;
For a future unpredictable;
Of many a candidate!
A Jayalath Basnagoda
Hanthana
Breathing in, the cool, fresh air
I see Hanthana, standing there.
Draped, in green and gold attire,
With all its Majesty and Grandeur.
Towering above, the town of Kandy,
Magnificent, with the lake below.
Beautiful and enchanting
Hanthana Peak, Outstanding.
Occasional forest fires
May tend to mar, its pure image.
But, a thing of Beauty, they say
Is always, a joy to survey.
We grew up
In the heart of Kandy.
And up Hanthana,
Was a lovely spot.
We?d go there often
On picnic excursions
And enjoy ourselves,
To our hearts? content.
Hanthana, Hanthana, Hanthana,
Oh? Hanthana, we shall never forget.
It?ll haunt us, for ever and a day.
Hanthana, what hath thou, to say?!
C Mohanlal de Mel
Cold revenge
In a beautiful garden,
Surrounded by golden beach,
And a peacock blue sky,
Covered with silverlined clouds.
Flowers covering every patch of land,
With seas as molten lead dazzling in fun.
Cooling breeze touching my skin
And the magical sun, along within.
I fly around with silky fins,
Like lovely mermaids in a parade,
Without feet not touching any,
But patiently walk an the heaven?s brim.
A queue of handsome gentlemen behind me,
Trying to catch and touch me,
I move like a jetliner in a speed.
Just making aline for them to think.
Wonderful ! Oh our magical beauty,
Scream one after the other in a tune.
But all fail to see me again
As I?m back to my tomb, to rest in peace.
M N Kaiyoom
Home
When dusk falls, all birds have flown back to their nests;
While herdsmen have tended its flocks to rest.
A day is done and the sun has gone over rivers, streams and skies;
Darkness envelops and complete tranquillity sets in,
The home is where the family gathers in joy and sorrow;
Family problems are shared and solved in the home,
Everybody safely rests in gentle peace for another tomorrow.
Though one may travel far and wide,
There is always a deep longing for home and family by the side;
Sheer contentment derives at home; There is no place like one?s home
for complete rest
Yasmin Jaldin
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 daybreak on the dot.
What happened to our dear domestic cock,
The chanticleer, with its arrogant crowing?
Cock-a-doodle-do, which heralds the daybreak,
While dawn itself has been known as cock-crow.
From my childhood to late sixties now,
I have been listing 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
Tumble and fall
When things go wrong
They go wrong
Things fall apart
Tumble and fall
Memories go wrong
Illusions fade
Reality seeps in
Yes, things go wrong
And they tumble and fall
Bertholamuze
Nisansala Dharmasena |
