Poetry
Sand castles
I had patience then,
Oh, many years ago,
The wet brown sands
I moulded, moulded,
Into towers and moats
Between my fingers -
Sandy Castles
On the shell-strewn shore
Four round turrets,
High brown walls and
Driftwood spires -
The waves swallowed them all.
And yet, I built again,
Around the imprints of my bare wet feet,
Not once, but many times.
And just as suddenly
Victory was mine - The flag
The red hibiscus bloom
I brought from home
Today I'm back again
Walking the same old shore
The waves foam and lap
My city-shod feet,
There are no sandy castles
Any more,
I don't have time
To sit and build,
And soil my hands,
My city clothes!
Where has it gone
The innocence
Of those other times?
Swept away,
By bright lights,
False priorities,
And
Harsh city life.
Verna L de Silva
Poems
Expression of thoughts,
Not only of the poet,
But goes into others
Characters and situations
Arouse only by words,
Some real with bits of imaginations,
With simple, limited language,
Makes the reader understand;
Change into the characters,
Move into the situations,
Appreciate
Touching hearts, mending and repairing too.
Poets spends time in isolation,
Capturing lyrics to the thoughts
Arrange them, in lines, stanzas,
For others minds to comprehend
This beautiful poetic language;
Used to get across information;
In a different snood and trend.
for others to enjoy,
Feel happy......
M N Kaiyoom
Beggar woman
Sits on the pavement, she
In the shade of a tree.
And holds out her palm silently
Faded eyes looking at you sadly
Some people give her coins
The money is put into a tin.
She doesn't say anything
But her feeble body covered in rags
Speaks volumes about her life
The sorrowful hopeless life
A mother abandoned by her children
Sits here wishing for her end soon
Thalatha N Wijeratne
It's a pity
Along that busy pavement
On a particular spot
In front of the famous Hilton
I see you stand still
Exploring with a pleasing smile
Meant for everyone
With a charming expression
Towards the same direction
The hanging briefcase
And the descent, pure dress
Give them a clue
You pick up the mobile phone
With a quick conversation
Surely, it must be the pick up
Of your return journey
Surprisingly, you manage on your own
Thousands of pedestrians
Looking at you on and on
I notice their sudden changes
And the gloomy faces
My weeping heart
Sympathizes on you
You stand alone
Holding the white cane
As you closest guardian
Susi Abeynanda
Captivating charms of nature
I sit on the sandy beach
at sun set
and watch the orange-red clouds
float up above the multi-hued sky
Over the horizon.
The sun a perfect blood-orange obe
drops gently
into the deep dusty blue sea.
The sea laps the beach,
and the shadows grow longer,
The palm trees sway
in rhythmic motion
in the strong mid-breeze
and as the sun seeps
into the ocean,
a bright green glow
spreads over the dancing waves,
and the surrounds lay
calm and tranquil.
And as these captivating charms
entice my eyes.
I feel truly fascinated.
Sunanda Mahawala
Teachers
Teachers who answer the noble call,
Eagerly teach students both big and small.
Answers they'll give very tactfully,
Converting those who question irritably.
Healthy relationship they happily share
Even with students who annoy and dare.
Respect and love when they give,
Sincere love and respect they will receive
Emilda S Douglas
Second mother
Grazing all over the verdant grass
To appease her hunger,
Moving her tail
In quick movements
To rid annoying flies.
A harmless cow
Driven from place to place,
Feeding her own calf less,
Forced to retain some milk
For human babies.
This second mother
Once old and feeble
Dragged along
To a slaughter house
To be weighed and sold
For her flesh.
Very few care
But what can they do!
Stand and stare,
They are helpless too
Not ingratitude
But helplessness
Though grateful
Sylvia Hettiarachchi
Pearl of Wellawatte
Passing through Wellawatte town
I happened to look around
And saw this devastatingly
stunning girl
Who's gorgeous beauty
dazzled me
like a pearl.
Her piercing black eyes
And haunting smile
Stirred silently my blood
all the while.
Adorned, too, with a lovely face
And long black hair
Her natural beauty,
Obviously, seemed very rare
Rodney M Downall
Independence commemoration
With renewed hope we celebrate dawn of 63rd National Day Anniversary
As a united unified nation vanquishing thirty year terror making
history.
A new phase ceremoniously begun making a clear line of distinction
Major impediment that thwarted progress Togetherness now in extinction.
True spirit of Independence now silently started to boom
Across the length 'n breadth of country overthrowing hidden gloom
Let's hope society'll not become a cornucopia of divisions
May people give up laggard trend tension 'n confusions.
Lets extricate ourselves from social political party discrimination
Lets resolve to aim at peace 'n prosperity with earnest acclamation
The dawn of another memorable National Day 4th February
Remind we must adhere to principles with strong faith for quintessential
goal our destiny.
More than before in the International arena the country stands tall
Lets forge ahead to fresh vistas with new impetus for country's revival
by all.
Though we gained Dominion status six decades ago in non violation
Populace lacked patriotic awakening to lift country to past glory in
dedication.
May this golden year of Independence echo of Peace grant pride of
place
Sri Lanka be endowed with a sense of solid patriotism for a single race
May mother Sri Lanka shower blessings to each a like for true Peace 'n
unity
For legion of years to come to breathe in relaxation overflowing sanity.
Let this sublime event resuscitate patriotic feelings in Sri Lankans
Let the True Freedom wave sweep the region stirring Togetherness in Sri
Lankans
Lets ensure brotherhood with renewed Togetherness unending determination
To echo chimes of genuine Independence gained through evolution.
Kumari Kumarasinghe Tennakoon
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