A wondrous star
 A
starry night,
Very crisp and cold,
The fields damp and moist,
While poor shepherds tired, but bold
Watched their flocks that night.
A strange feeling came upon them,
"This night indeed, a blessed one,
A holy night for all humanity". And
Looking up into the skies, they exclaimed!
"Yonder, a star emerging so bright
Brighter than the stars that are in the sky.
It portends a great and exalted birth
As star-gazers have foretold long years ago."
The bright star was now moving
And a great fear came upon them all.
Yet it was a wondrous sight to behold.
A long but glittering tall dangling far behind.
"Let us follow it," they said and they did,
Till it came upon a cave to rest.
A cave uninhabited by man,
But suitable only for beasts
And lo! an infant, in swaddling clothes,
In a straw-filled manger lay.
Utter poverty and simplicity
Never seen the likes before.
Taken aback by surprise,
They fell on their knees,
Worshipped, offered gifts
To the new born babe
While Glorias, sung by the Heavenly Hoste,
Filled the air, with exultation and exuberance.
J.I. Rosairo
Earth questions you
 Where
have all the flowers
of love gone?
Where have all the fra
grances of kindness hidden?
Where have all the rays of
joy disappeared?
You humans! Do you know?
Why all these fears?
Why these hearts filled with
hatred?
Why these lives without
love?
Why these kin and kith with
out kindness?
Oh! haughty humans with
out hearts!
Why can't you build a just
society?
Why can't you seek for the
light of loyalty?
Why don't you want to
reach,
The silver lining of great hu
manity,
Just going through the dark
clouds?
Oh! Dearest children of
mine!
Will you please change your
selves?...please
or, Shall I change myself?
- Chamalka Gunasena
A
Schizophrenic
 My
world is limited
Filled with weird sounds
I see Rocky Marciano
Fighting with Woody Allen
Long time ago
Aliens abducted me
They fixed wires in to my brain
Then sucked out my brain substance
I cannot control my thoughts
Because thoughts control me
Some kind of energy is inside me
Giving continuous commands
I hate to go to the Bush House London
Where the BBC transmits my thoughts
People often express amusement
When they read my thoughts
A man with a black jacket
Is an agent from the KGB
He is spying and tries to track me
down
May be he wants to take me to
Moscow
I was in Lubianka
Questioned by Lorenthy Beria
I was released by the NKVD
Then planted in
Pennsylvania
When JFK was murdered
I knew the secret plot
No one took it seriously
Not even my psychiatrist
When the Deep Throat revealed
his identity
All the president's men pardoned him
I cannot reveal my secrets
It would lead to a catastrophe
I bear top secrets
I know all the classified information
The world cannot survive without
my skills
- Dr. Ruwan M. Jayatunge
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