Poetry
After the Rains
Embraces me, is the soothing breeze,
Enliven green, at me smiles.
Dived in the sea of sunny rays,
On their own tree top abodes,
They chatter; they sway;
They rock; they dance;
Their mock does beauty enhance.
Oh! what fun under the sun!
Monkey families, my dear,
I wish I were a one.
They flap; they float;
They perch; they fly;
Their joy does fill the sky.
My feather friends, hark!
I'm enthralled by thy music.
Marks of mirth and contentment,
In every face, at hour this,
I do discern, don't you...?
P. N. P. Deraniyagala
The
winding river
It was a magnificent sight,
It was the sight of the river,
Slowly and steadily winding its way,
Stones it went over, trees it went around,
Hugh rock it ran, and encircled,
Heron birds flying over it,
The Kingfisher and the Seagulls,
As it reached its destination the sea,
As it came near to its meeting point,
With the mighty ocean,
With its gentle waves in the Sun,
Its identity disappeared and it became,
One with the sea,
The sea that swept thousand of lives away,
In its embrace in tsunami,
And yet so gentle to allow even,
The tiniest little fish to swim,
On its vast ocean bed.
S. R. Vivekananthan
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