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POETRY

Ode to joy

Wild and fearful in his cavern
Hid the naked troglodyte,
And the homeless nomad wandered
Laying waste the fertile plain.
Menacing with spear and arrow
In the woods the hunter strayed ...
Woe to all poor wretches stranded
On those cruel and hostile shores!
From the peak of high Olympus
Came the mother Ceres down,
Seeking in those savage regions
Her lost daughter Prosperine.
But the Goddess found no refuge,
Found no kindly welcome there,
And no temple bearing witness
To the worship of the gods.
From the fields and from the vineyards
Came no fruit to deck the feasts,
Only flesh of blood-stained victims
Smouldered on the alter-fires,
And where?er the grieving goddess
Turns her melancholy gaze,
Sunk in vilest degradation
Man his loathsomeness displays.
Would he purge his soul from vileness
And attain to light and worth,
He must turn and cling forever
To his ancient Mother Earth.
Joy everlasting fostereth
The soul of all creation,
It is her secret ferment fires
The cup of life with flame.
?Tis at her beck the grass hath turned
Each blade toward the light
and solar systems have evolved
From chaos and dark night,
Filling the realms of boundless space
Beyond the sage?s sight.
At bounteous nature?s kindly breast,
All things that breath drink Joy,
And bird and beasts and creeping things
All follow where she leads.
Her gifts to man are friends in need,
The wreath, the foaming must,
To angels ? visions of God?s throne,
To insects ? sensual lust.

- Anonymous


Darling Ammie

Fruitful March brought
an endless grief
to my pulse last year.......
It was my B?day
11th March and
you took your last breath
following day
what a tragedy
I couldn?t speak
a single word with you
I couldn?t see
the breathtaking beauty
of you
But;
I always see you in
his sparkling eyes
I?ll miss you
on our golden day
to be dawned
But, I believe
you left not us
only the body
which gave you a
severe pain; you?ll remain
in our hearts forever and ever

- Anjanee Weerananda


Live again

Life is not a dream
It?s a treasure trove
Full of life drain
Like a soup of venison
Of all tastes full.

Age do the changes
Follow the trend well
Tragedy, comedy all
Take them easy, too
Not a burden way?

Like the moon
Mature wane and die
Born again follow
The cycle of life
Line-die, live again.
Die again, live again.
Follow the trend.

- D M P B Dissanayake


Impermanence

Arising, changing, decaying and death
Is a universal phenomena
All animate and inanimate things face it
Their forms are not the same permanently
Declining in power and figure
They sink into nothingness.

Through greed and avarice
Man rush for material gains
For life-long happiness
Clouding the earth with turmoil
But, their energies are spent, uselessly
Because they are all unsubstantial.

Friendships get detached
Love and affection link to despair
Stale and unrecognized, the achievements earned
Wealth gained cannot be retained
Riches descends to poverty
Thus, mutability is inevitable.

Blushing youthfulness turn frail
Sickness overtake health
Steadfastness diminishes gradually
Steady walk transform into waddling
Even royalty, at helm, crumble down
Inconceivably, change, decay and death embrace us

Our senses attract beauty of nature
But, later realize, we are duped.
Their lustre dwindles with time
Serenity in them vanishes
Bringing sadness and desolation
Realizing impermanence contentment and happiness comes.

- Dayaseeli Senaratne


Mother?s plight

A mother?s rebirth,
Her confinement,
She sees the world,
Through the eyes of her baby.
A son! A daughter!
No matters.
Tiring days,
Sleepless nights,
To see her baby;
From INFANT,
A TODDLER,
A CHILD,
A TEENAGER,
Finally an ADULT.
Who?ll be Healthy,
Intelligent,
Smart,
Educated...... Professional.
All her sufferings,
Turns gentle and smooth.
Old age emerges,
Grey hair, wrinkled skin,
Unable walk, short sight;
Urging for LOVE and CARE.
Children married and familied,
Busy at work,
She pulled at a corner,
In an elders home.
Is this God?s wish.....?
Or mans?.........?
Was she reborn,
To face these calamities?
Childrens? hearts harden,
They walk in the path of hell,
Unknowingly......!
That Heaven lies beneath.
The feet of his MOTHER.

- M N Kaiyoom

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