Amma, I love you
Stripped of love, the universe
Would drive us mad with pain
But we are born into this unknown world
That greet out first cries with LOVE, JOY AND CARE
 Amma how much I owe you for the first Kiss,
That told me who I was
That greatest gift a love of life
Lay smiling in your eyes
Amma's lending hand gently picked me
Until I was strong to stand on my own
You helped me Amma when I was down,
Like a friend you would stick around
From the time I started to talk
You listened to me always.
When I was studing till late in the night
You were their seated next to me.
Amma I love you always
Thank you for all you've done
It means a lot to me, Amma
And I honour you with everlasting Love
Because of you Amma my world still has
The tender grace of your smile
And every wind of fortune bears,
The scent of your LOVE CARESS
Amma most of all I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this mother's day
With pleasure and with love.
Amma I promise you on this day
The way you brought me up
I will try my best to bring up
Your ever loving Sulakna
Yours Duwani Lakmini S.T.W.
Sujata's dream
Sujata's ambitions came true
And she went near the sacred tree
To offer food to the god
In fulfilment of the vow.
Alas! one with a radiant face
Looking happy but calm and serene
Wearing a robe of an ascetic
Is seated in the god's abode
"How am I lucky to see this scene
 Of the divinity with my eyes?
The pleased god has come down
Having seeing me come today?"
Said she to herself with ecstasy
and offered the food to the divinity
Went home with wings of a light heart
Wasn't she the embodiment of happiness and content?
Sleepless she was at night for a while
Until the goddess' slumber entranced her with a smile
World was a new one illuminated everywhere
By the rays of the sun that brilliantly shone.
A lake was full of lotus buds
One by one they began to bloom
Beauty and vigilance spread soon
Radiating circle of light in the sky in glowing letters
"The lamp of wisdom is lit by the Buddha"
which could be read by all living beings
Next day she woke
With a mood of delight
To find the hope of wisdom
Celebrated by all.
Gemunu Sri Gamage - Nugegoda.
The birds
 They flock together in Winter,
Decide to go away from freezing weather
Said good-bye to each other
Some began to fly over the equator
Some flew over the Black Sea
Few passed the Seven Seas
They scattered all over the world
Some couldn't reach their destination
Lost and died in thirst and starvation
Who reached their destiny
Mated happily and went back
With the new-borns and found
Some are gone-forever....?
Tiny Sahabandu Highway Garden Homagama.
Nature - a Heaven
After a big bossy busy day
I return home with wishes to lie,
And dream of a land merry and gay
Preparing myself to spirits high.
 The birds are chirping, humming, twittering
Like a million orchestras playing together:
I continue dreaming, watching, enjoying,
With a smile in my face lasting forever.
Then appears a magical stream;
Where the water with the rocks fight.
So, on the rocks the dew drops gleam
And twinkle brightly welcoming sunlight.
At last I reach a heavenly place;
Golden flames and sparkles of red
From that massive sunlight and rain of rays,
I come again to my sleeping bed.
Hasini Rupasinghe
Picking eraminiya
Along the wide bunk,
Partitioning the brook from the paddy-fields,
We shuffled on through the dense sedge,
Peppered with thorny Nidhikumba bushes,
The grassy, prickly robe,
Of the plump bunk.
Bordering the land,
Over the narrow stream,
Like sentinels,
Stood a row of Temple trees,
The mute witnesses to the birth of Time.
We forded the shallow brook,
Where the briery Eraminiya bush,
With its rash of green and scarlet nuts,
Lured us out of our way.
I, the taller of the two,
Held down the wiry, springy branch,
Scuffing the softer skin on my palms,
For my dumpy friend, the nimbler picker,
To pick the ripe nuts.
He swept the nuts off the thorny branch,
Into a Habarala gotuwa,
Teetering on a scrawny Pila tree,
Teeming with dry prods.
The grazed skin on my palms and forearms,
Smarted and bled,
But I held it down,
With grim determination.
As soon as we harvested enough,
I let off my grip on the prickly branch,
And let it spring back.
The teeny nuts tasted sour-sweet,
On my tongue.
But I warned myself
Against surfeiting myself with it,
For I already knew,
It was an efficacious emetic.
Jayashantha Jayawardhana
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