Poetry
Principal West!
When explosives do havoc
On the innocents on the streets
Human Rights Lobby
Were in deep slumber
When explosives were directed
In thwarting the denial of
Human Rights of the
Law abiding innocents
The west is up in arms
To probe the denial
Of Human Rights of
Terrorist gang, the agents
Who were dead in combat
Is it to make us a prey
As they have done
And doing everywhere.
See that our people
Ready to be a bulwark
To protect our leaders.
D K Priyantha
Return stroke
Girigoris the henpecked husband uxorious
Villager herdsman of buffalos gregarious
Standing under a scorching sun injurious
Daydreams of a conjugal life luxurious
His wife a Jezebel gaudy and meretricious
Feigns in society as if colossally meritorious
Coming home to partake stale potluck nauseous
On him she hails filthy terms vicious.
To get rid of this situation malicious
Girigoris resolves to enact the role nefarious
Addicting to the past he becomes pernicious
Reducing himself to a miscreant atrocious.
Jayaweera D Gunaratne
Little waggy tail
Where are you running
Early morning sniffing
The ground
Is it food you are searching
All in vain
Humans can't feed you
Didn't you know
They are scrapping
The bottom
Of the rice pot
Eat this bun
It is not enough
I know
But how can I ignore
Your pleading face
Hunger written all over
Kusum Rajapakse
Inaugural poem
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no more hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers-desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours-your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
Maya Angelou
A mother of ten Affection, warmth, love and tenderness
Exhibiting that golden worthiness
of a great woman holding thee
Nobility of the motherhood
Protection, safety and the needed security
Inculcating the manner of equality
You look them all with great pleasure
In bringing up the 'treasure of ten'
In your strong arms
Bearing the big task on your shoulder
Being a cheerful mother to render
All your duties with a smiling face
You were a person ever to be praised
Forever and ever
Your dream was to see them all
Ten in a bunch, blooming well
A lucky mother, you could obtain
Their gratitude well in return
During your weakened stage
Your conscious good memory
And the spiritual ability
In reckoning real identity
With a bit of charming smile
In that last final, few seconds
Stored as a monument in all our hearts
All stood around with their pouring eyes
Hardly swallowing their hidden cries
Taken the last breath peacefully
You took your journey so heavenly
To attain 'Nibbana'
Susi Abeynanda
At the court premises
While men in black coats,
Haggled over justice
Enthusiastically,
Bats in black cloaks
Slept lazily
Hanging upside down
On a nearby tree.
Chanakya Liyanage
Eclipse
In the blue sky of life
The sun, you are
The moon I am,
That glows in your light.
The sun and the moon,
Soul mates
Not destined to meet.
The moon has found,
A stable soul mate,
The planet earth.
And around the earth
Rotates the moon.
Once in a blue moon,
When an eclipse occurs,
The sun and the moon
Come in a line.
But always the earth is there
In the sky of life.
Thalatha N Wijerathne
Something about you
Something about you
Is still missed
May be your voice
Voice of an angle
May be your words
Words of compliments
May be your touch
Touch of heavenly bliss
Bertholamuze Nisansala Dharmasena
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