Poetry
Shanika, thou art a flower
Eight long years have now gone,
Since from life you were torn,
The pain is too much to bear,
In our hearts you live in loving care.
Lord, tell us why she had to go,
For thou shall surely all know,
Lord, how did sorrow replace joy,
Teach us the wisdom of Thy ploy.
Shanika, you were a Rose soon to bloom,
In waiting was a young man, the groom,
The groom's heart is now a darkened room,
When peace comes only at sleep's swoon.
The sweetness of your presence will stay,
Always forever in our hearts everyday.
Fondly and sadly missed and remembered by -
Florence, Brinsley and Ainsley.
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Crime against humanity
Ariyawathie the victim
Of a horrendous crime
Committed by a Saudi employer
Should be condemned
By the whole civilized world.
It is hard to believe
Or imagine such wickedness exists
In the minds of ill-bred humans
Who behave worse than beasts.
The Hand of Law in Sri Lanka
Should turn on immediately
The Wheel of Action
And take immediate adequate steps..
To prevent this kind of unspeakable cruelty
Happening, ever, to those who go in search
Of employment in such countries
With the hope of keeping the Home Fires Burning.
In the meantime, our sympathies
Go out to the unfortunate victim.
May Ariyawathie recover soon in body and mind
By the blessings and good wishes
Sent by all well-wishers.
D M Jayasinghe
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Church upon the sands
Built of 'Kabok' stone
It stands
That quaint old church.....
A haven for the fisher-folk
Who live beneath the shadow
Of it's tall old walls
In fragile huts
Of wood and thatch.
The cool stone floors
A comfort for their unshod feet
That walk the burning sands
Of yellow gold,
The peace within
A soothing balm
To lives that brave the stormy waves
Through need, and not through
Choice.
Who was that builder
By the sea
Who built that place of worship
On the sands?
Who brought to life,
The Sermon on the Mount,
The story of the Cross,
On painted walls.
Who was he,
And where is her,
That architect
Of old?
Verna L de Silva
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Birth of a New Year
The promise of spring, the hope of youth
Is what a New Year brings
Fresh dreams, fresh visions, spirits buoyant
On the wing
Crisp leaves to turnover
Fresh as the morning's dew
The freckles of dawn on the horizon
With the promise of a rosy hue
Followed by the golden sunshine
'Forever ancient forever new'
Thus another year is brought to birth
And in our hearts and in our lives
The promise of a re-birth.
Jeannette Cabraal
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To my husband
Its with sense of deep memories
the time of changes
years may come and go,
thoughts go on never ending
When we rush and race against
each other, you always give me a smile
Its almost 18 years together
warmed by the closeness, we
have shared, enjoyed each others company,
understand life better, with bitter lessons,
Help me to realize the truth
as it is, A father so great
to your daughter,
We shall rock the boat
together, As you know nothing
is permanent, I'll always
be there with you, by your
side, life is unfair
there are reasons God only know
As I can't forget, How much
I cared, loved, you all in vain
you destroyed, If you have
love in your life, it can make
up great things, I will walk
with you together till nature
decides to depart.
A R
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Dreadful silhouette
A quick twist tossed me up from my slumber
A dreadful silhouette blurdly emerged
in my chamber.
A dreadful for boding ransacked my thoughts
I sharpened my skills and melancholy wrote.
I have never felt a fear akin to this phenomenon
During my six decades of sensitive living.
An Octopus with long tentacles grabing the mines
That give the oil to countries that shine,
Innocent and the weak grappling with the might
To save the skin from the draculous sight.
Barrels of gun-powder airborne to be dropped
On the sovereign lands economically blocked.
A new "Moon" is seen in the murky heaven
An ill-omen to the world letters - NINE
"Fair is foul and foul is fair"
Spectre of the evil haunts the air.
The vanished vigour of the ruthless figure.
Moonshined with the diasporic trigger.
Spirits of the dead, heroes of the soil
Come up from the grave, stand up on your feet!
Smash the silhouette, crated by the Moon,
Rewrite the glory of the isle of the Brave.
Piyadasa Rillagoda
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World Cup
South Africa and New Zealand
with Pakistan as well
Lost out in the fight.
The Mighty West Indies, England
and India too
Suffered the very same plight
The roaring Lions and the Kangaroos
on Gadafi
ground did meet.
And to quivering Kangaroos it seemed
the Lions were
impossible to beat.
Defying history, Arjuna did
put Taylor's men into bat,
but the batsmen hardly sparkled
when the Lankan
bowlers had them done on the mat.
Guru and Aravinda built the inning
up with their
usual flair
When for once the Aussies
dismissed Sanath and Kalu
in a matter fair.
When Warne and the Aussies
were hammered, very
evident was their despair.
For when needed the most,
not on the field were either
Randall or Hair.
As de Silva scored his century
Taylor was obviously
crest fallen.
For to the dark horses, the
mighty Aussies had fallen.
Singing and Dancing was just
a bit of the fun.
When the Sri Lankan supporters
found out that we
had won.The public watched
and cheered their heroes'
very name.Since the plucky islanders
from Sri Lanka were kings
of the game.
Dulan Abeyratne
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