Reminiscence
Lying in the couch,
All by himself,
He's starting....
Staring at the passers-by,
Young and old.
Eyes at times wailing wetted,
And at times beaming brilliant.
Stammers soliloquy now and then,
Know not I, his inward eye.
Is he.... weighing the deeds
Done when young,
Now on the scales of sagasity;
My grandfather - at his sober seventy ...?
P.N.P. Deraniyagala
At the shores of River Oka
Oka
The flow
The raging river...
The youth of young and old
Swift the seagull sings along
The frit, my pleasure song
Sun, the fish, the fishermen
Boys tempting, water cold
It's a hot summer day
It's a moment of crave
Life's a river flowing long
With shores full of pleasures strong
Ramashka Sumanaw
Fear
Age has crept upon me
Stealthily, a robber in the night
I see fine wrinkles on my face
A few white hairs appearing overnight
One fear haunts me
Each day of my life
I live in dread
Lest you grow tired of me
For I cannot imagine
Life without you
I pray each day fervently
That you will continue to love me
In spite of my advancing years!
Anusha Jayasiri
Marketing
He said "You should learn to
market your assets."
How?
I am neither interested in marketing
nor getting big money.
It is hard to live with such a conscience
in such a damn market world.
They pass me off as a kid still trying to
learn the ways of the world.
I am a parched coin from ancient history;
a golden egg from the white hen in the beanstalk castle.
I only have a market in Fairy Land.
Krishanthi Anandawansa
Peace on 'Earth'
Dove the symbol of peace,
Was in the mud along with dirty gees....
Eating insects and worms in the mud;
Searching for food in a wild scud.
I longed to touch it.
But thought better of it;
For people would think me insane....
To touch such a dirty thing. In vain....
I struggled thinking a lot....
Whether to embrace peace or not.
Ultimately I made up my mind
And turned away as if I were blind.
SP
The rejected
I sit on a cage set in the corner,
Away from the others,
With others alike: the underdogs,
An albino crow, a genetically anomaly.
A blasphemy to my very kind
Weirdo in orthodox eyes.
Forbidden to venture out,
Or the individuality.
We are few, they are more.
But what if we were more,
And they were few,
Would we still be the odds?
SP
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