[POETRY]
RETIREMENT
Felicitation, confetti, mementos
To the officer retiring from service
Who has served two thirds of his life
And only one third to proceed with
Rays of the sleepy sun sinking in
Is shone upon the retired worker
Have I done to the nation giving my hands
To the next generation who are budding up
No expectations, no increments no promotions
Henceforth he expects till his end
Have his services accepted, or his talents
Management thinks at the eleventh hour
Now he is gone let him have a better future
Was in the lips from top to bottom.
"Wish you the Best", " Wish you good health"
"Let there be a silver line in every dark cloud"
Sixty years have passed how many more years
To role on - it is his evening twilight
Never will it be turned to morning light
So - he collects only a bundle of ushering
Walks out, with a cleansed empty heart
As the dawn of retirement is a trail for all
Malathi Perera
Barren lands
Here are the barren lands
in a isle of Lions
once a paradise.
Where is the hum
from the cuckoo bird's nest?
Humming birds are trapped.
without the wooden bench.
Where they used to croon with mates.
Once grassy meadow
has hidden it's blue veil
imprints of diesel dragons have
Left the,
husky hymn of west dry winds.
Charitha S Adikariarachchi
Image my heart desires
The white drawing paper
Fixed on my drawing board
Awaits
Lines- competing lines to create an image
An image that my heart desires to deliver
The lines, straight, curved and zigzag
Parallel, aligned and criscross
running smoothly touching and meeting to blend
Commands of the heart
fingers do obey
Movements of the pencil
On a hesitant travel
The eyes with its eternal glitter
The nose with the slanting perfection
Mouth and the petals of crimson rose
Do the lines in a combined vigor
The images in millions
flow from the heart's repository
Unknown and, alien
emerge and fades away
Some with a smile with a cynical frown
Reject and trembling anger
Yet others with compassionate love and
beauty's rhythm
The white drawing paper
Fixed on the drawing boar
Still awaits
Blank and empty
R H M Piyasena
My sun shines
When the sun shines on your cheeks,
It's the beginning of a new day.
When the sun makes your shadow beside me,
It's the midday.
When the sun colours you saffron,
It's the afternoon.
When purple dusks mixed with your curls,
It's the evening.
When the sun dies and stars sink in your eyes,
It's the night.
I want all these joys,
So stay with me whole day..... whole life.....
Hasitha C Adhikariarachchi
Other way
Don't ask me to Comment on Your Poem
since i've been poetic
and written some random lines.
And Don't ever speak Harsh of me
if i have commented rude in ignorance
for trying to be critical.
Don't even attempt to tell
how Amazing 'Kill Bill' and Tarantino
have been-
even Chaplin with
Screwball Slapsticks,
and Hitchcock with MasterCraftsman
Suspense
or Tarkovsky of
Sublime Artistic Effects
hardly impress me now as
You have seen....
Samodh Battichcha
Intimate attachment.......
Beautiful things lose their value,
When at last each day is done,
The smiling sun at down break,
Its gold complexion dimmed at night's wake!
Colourful roses bloom in the morn,
Twinkling dew drops do them adorn.
As the sun hides behind the clouds,
All these glamour fades without doubt!
But
Among the days and years,
What ever else be last
One thing shall remain.
Its meaning never ends,
Doubts may assail us,
Or even fears,
But friendship holds us close
With sweet remembrance.........
Swarnamali Rajaguru
Elders help the children
Children! dear children they are like flowers,
Help them to grow strong like sturdy towers.
Inspire them dear ELDERS help them to bloom,
Lead them carefully away from gloom.
Develop their talents right from the start,
Readily help them to study and do their part.
Encourage them to love and do good
Never discourage them, teach them "I can,
I could."
Emilda S Douglas |
