Feel My Love

I want to cry as loud as I could
To ask you one day if you would
Listen to me and answer me
Whether you love me or not.

I will never be able to explain
For my efforts have all been in vain
To make you feel and understand
That I love thee with all my heart.

Never have I had a soothing word
But used to stay so unresponsive
I don't care, I'll tell you why
'Coz I love you so dearly my dad.

"He loves you so much" That's what mom says
But I'm not sure whether she's in a daze
To state such untruth so easily and coolly
When I know for sure he doesn't care for me.

I cross my heart and swear to die
Not to forget and pass you by
If only you would let me
Show my love for you so wide.

By: Dinusha Madhubhashini
 

Every Seasons remember Love!

Flowers bloom again and soft leaves come out
Lush greenish meadows on the mountain tops
Spring tells something that could be a lovely secret
I feel he really come for me to fill my heart...

Trees are bent with fruits and flowers
I sink my burning soul in sparkling streams
Can I get a smile to wipe my drops of tears?
Darling Summer don't give me up at once...

Brightest golden sun I love you so much
But there are no chirpy birds no tender leaves too much
Go away Autumn never comeback
Don't pick up memories feeling so sad...

Snowflakes come down from the gloomy sky
Ooh! poor robin birds are going to die
I cry and yell for him but never ask me why
Then the winter whispers me not to cry...

Noble and true love is a gift from heaven
Without his breath can I find my life again?
My heart is still seeking to live for something
I just make his name as my last name then!

Sumudu Vijerohana
 

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I Miss You

The flowers in the garden bloom everyday,
But they miss the love and care you gave them,
Kalu and Alu come near the table everyday,
But they miss the slice of bread you gave them.

The chair on the balcony is now always vacant,
The whole place looks dull and gloom,
The shirts on the rack still look smart,
But there's no one in the room to wear them.

I can hear a voice, I can see a face,
I can see you all over the place,
But to touch and feel or to hear what you say,
I cannot, because you're not here since that awful day.

The time is passing by the usual way,
But something is lacking at home everyday,
I try to make up my mind and try to be gay,
But how can I do that, when you're not coming this way?

Devakanthi
 

Death be not proud
(In memory of fallen soldiers)

Death! be not proud,
Because you can't take their lives,
They are so precious,
Precious to the Lord,
Precious to the Isle,
Precious to the nation,
So, insane death,
Do not brag, thy power can't let them fade,
They will remain as precious gems on soil,
Where peaceful flowers bloom.

Ramanee Wijayaratne
 

Sweet heart

You requested me
not to eat sweets
becoz
I already have a "sweet heart."

But now I'm eating sweets
becoz
I missed my sweet heart.
"Thats why I'm getting fat."

Kawmadi
 

Little feet

Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter,
Little feet,
Running down the corridor,
Grandma please don't go,
Tell me about Alice in Wonderland,
All about the magic wand,
Sorry dear work beckons,
Grandma must be off.

Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Little feet,
Running down the corridor,
Chuti uncle stay with me,
We'll play hide and seek,
Or even hit and run,
How can I Sudu Menike,
Patients there wait for me,
Maybe some will even die,
If I do not go on time.

Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Little feet,
Darling Ammi stay with me,
Just this day,
High and low we'll go on the see-saw,
Lots and lots of work,
Piled up,
So off I go but do keep up,
I'll be home to hug,
and sing a lullaby.

Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Little feet,
I don't hear them now,
Grandma is retired and free,
How I wish you were here,
To tell you tales from far and near,
Songs you would love to hear,
You are gone, down under,
Land of koalas kangaroos,
Land of the great barrier reef.

by E. P. Wickremage
 

The suicide bomber

O vile suicide bomber!
I think you are the greatest sinner.

You are a slave to terrorists,
Ambitious power-crazy despots,
You do not know whom you destroy,
But those who brainwashed you, enjoy.

You have killed Presidents and Premiers,
Ministers, Generals and warriors,
Politicians and their kith and kin,
Innocent children men and women.

And many have sustained injuries,
And are living with the dreaded memories,
It is they who suffer the most,
For everything that they have lost.

You are the most unkindest sinner,
You must suffer aeons in hell fire,
With everyone who aided you,
Abetter you and guided through.

A. C. de Silva