[Poetry]
A tragic end
Mary was a pretty and lissome young belle,
She lived near the harbour with her middle-aged father.
Every evening she would hastily finish her chores, and
Linger at the port to glimpse the ships that docked.
Twas' on one of these days she met Peter a handsome young sailor,
Who changed the young lass' solitary and carefree life.
Every evening come what may, Mary met her beau ideal.
Her father warned her of sailors whose stay in the island were short;
Mary did not heed to his sayings as Peter was now deep in her heart.
As time went by, one day Peter told Mary that his tenure at the port
was over,
Promising to marry her on his next return that was in late December.
After his departure, Mary realized that she was now with Peter's child,
How could she face this ordeal without a father to her unborn child.
Every evening she would trek to the harbour praying for Peter's
return,
Alas, there was no sign of him and she would wail with desperation.
Mary's father reminisced the pains he undertook to bring up his
motherless child,
He watched the condition of his young daughter with great grief;
Since he was helpless with no alternative, but could only pray for a
quick relief,
Day in and day out the matter became one unsolved,
Not a tinkle nor an epistle did she receive from her beloved beau,
How could she face this dilemma was always in her thoughts.
Since she could not bear the desolation and there was no sign of Peter,
Mary walked to their favourite tryst, the Swami rock, and leapt to the
Swirling waters of the deep sea and was no more.
Yasmin Jaldin
Etched icons
The white of the wall
was barely visible,
it was covered in colours and scribbles,
each signifying,
a treasured memory;
a memory with friends,
a memory of my last two years in school.
Each scribble,
unlatched a door,
from which flowed a thousand memories,
a thousand emotions,
a thousand recollections,
one which lead to another.
A strong longing,
just to be in that place now,
with my friends,
back in school,
in my seat,
beside that wall,
which was like a journal,
of our last two years in school,
reflecting so many crazy moments,
moments that were treasured and locked within.
But now.....
That wall is white,
just white,
not a speck of our moments visible,
just hard, cold white,
beaming back at us;
mocking us.
The colours are gone,
it is all erased,
all just totally wiped away,
just an ordinary white wall standing now,
not the one that was a part of our two years,
but it doesn't matter
because our minds retain and treasure it all.
They can be reminisced
since they are permanently etched within,
to be revived,
and dwelt in
constantly....
F Sajida Naina Marikar
Time has arrived
Once again the time has arrived
For the colour green blue and red
To compete a victory on harmless fights
Along with many other colours bright
Colour depicts to what he belongs to
So the roads are beautified to glory
Not only colour it's the man's face pasted
On all walls of main roads and sub roads
One with a great smile another looks arrogant
Another looks a boxer and another a clown
These pictures silently speaks to the nation
Vote for me? To bring the sun and moon shaken
The suffering general public seeing these beauties
Whilst running to earn for their daily broth
For a moment forget the cause of the faces
Talks that some could be the Man International
Malathi Perera
A bitter pill
Old age is no cookie
It is more like a bitter pill
one is forced to swallow
when the mind slows down
and the body crumbles.
Chitra Premaratne - Stuiver
Thy letter
My wedding
Thy letter
Arrived too late
Married to another
Bertholamuze Nisansala Dharmasena
WHEN CAN I BE WITH YOU AGAIN
It's me, only me,
Thinking of you every minute;
You broke all the promise;
Told you'll be with me;
Forever, till last.
But I'm alone;
You left me in dark;
You were my light;
Even my shadow;
I lived in you shade.
Now I feel, life is so mean;
With so much of adjustments;
Turmoil and heart breaking suffering;
Much isolated than ever;
Thinking of the days we spent together.
I prayed and asked God;
To send me to the dark grave;
I'm not scared about it;
Surely I'll meet you, there
And be together as we were here.
M N KAIYOOM
Dreams
Somebody in rags prays.
"Please, have mercy on me.
Make true all my dreams.
Please take me to the zenith
of my education.
In my future,
I want to be an academic.
I want to be rich.
Bring me luck.
Bring me bliss.
Bring light to my life.
Please.
I trust on you.
I have faith on you.
I know you'll help.
Amen!"
He is contented.
He feels relaxed
He turns back and walks away.
His fate laughs mercilessly,
At the innocent dreams;
Sarcastically looking at the back
of somebody, walking away.
Githmi Sudhara Gunaratna
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