Poetry
Dangerous pride
Can anyone be proud of himself
When destiny prevails unpredictable
Your offspring may reach the zenith
Yet no one gets all showers of blessings
My daughter is a doctor, second a lawyer
third in the faculty, husband a planter
Three-storied house to accommodate all
Each a vehicle nothing to beg and call
Millions collected for the future beings
Poverty in man with hopeful dreams
With eyes wide opened for a pound of bread
This mansion glitters in front of them
Rich - beware your vacuum glory
Will be flushed off in one turn
At this minute you may shine as gold
Seconds destruction cannot mould
Today this planet is filled with wisdom
Morrow a bacteria deforms the cells
Prestige, profession nor thy wealth
Can stop a person's painful death
Malathi Perera
Fragrance pollinates
The flower of mankind
Evolves once in many myriad years
When the sanctified petals
Glorifies the world with wisdom cheers
Fragrance pollinates
Bringing joy to the open mind
The compassion delivered illumines
For the benefit of the fruition kind
Battling light, avoiding the two extremes
Self mortification and self indulgence
The rational interpretation, the truth and reality
The middle path - casket of the four noble truths
And eight fold noble path
Blossomed himself and to the universe intensively
As the Enlightened One
Similar to a lotus, fair and lovely
Not soiled by the water
And not soiled by the world
Deepani Perusinghe
Home
Wherever we may roam;
There's no place like home
From childhood weren't we filled with glee
To think of home and to it flee.
When wrinkled, feeble and old age takes place;
To them home is hard a place to face,
To many not one it happens you see
Prisoners in their homes they are made to be.
Freedom of speech to them denied
Their human feelings: Forced to hide
The peace of mind the greatest gift
Losing it - Can they ever be fit?
Helping their children brought them great delight
Now it has brought them - To this sad plight
A fact it is in this world so wide
How can these folk their sorrows hide?
Whose help can they seek at this eleventh hour
None but the great God who has such power
Thank HIM, thank HIM and praises sing
Then He to them relief will bring
Norma Perera
The wail of a mosquito
Born to same mother,
Among many a siblings,
I'm the brother,
She is the sister.
A few day together
Huddled in the water,
Soon we left each other
I'm a mosquito brother.
She is an ogress;
A vicious blood sucker;
They remark of her,
A real vampire!
Trust! though born together
Such a bloody craving
Never do I have, swear!
Isn't that incredible?
A suck of sap
Of some wild plant
Ends my hunger
How! You may wonder.
All that besides,
Fate is such,
That we're much alike,
Hence a heavy swat inevitable.
For another's sin
I risk my poor life,
She is the vector
I'm the poor brother.
Her vicious sharp stings
Brings cruel death upon
Everyone on earth alike,
How I hate it! You may not know.
By strange twist of fate
We shared the same tummy;
By whose fate was it,
Will someone tell me?
Sajendra Kumara
Flower
A moth
Nor a flower!
Fallen on the floor
Face down.
A wind blew
A wing of the flower
Vibrated.
The flower is alive!
Thought occurred in me.
Not to harm it a bit
Thought to find
A silky leaf
To lift the flower.
Went and picked up a leaf
And returned.
A bit of a wing
Of the flower
Was left over there.
Looking at it was
A pussy cat puzzled.
D M Gunaratna
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