Victory
Soldiers, brave sons of Mother Sri Lanka
You have proved your vision, and fulfilled your final mission
Victory you have brought after three decades of sorrow
Sleepless nights, endless prayers and patience for your safety
did your dear ones make
Untold misery to your loved once whenever a battle was lost
Heaves of sighs and smiles when one was achieved
Departed heroes we honour you for your bravery, and
acclaim the gallant once who have sacrificed a lost limb
Proud parents, wives and children, despair not!
Glory be to your sons, husbands and fathers of chivalry.
Yasmin Jaldin
Tribute to the guardians of the land....
 Cannons, Guns in his arms
Heart full of patriotism
Donate his youth life
For the peace of our motherland
Brave, humble, kind and respectful
You are very special and rare
Who is respected by all, with dignity
Never would forget you as a blowing wind
Patriotic Soldier....
You leave your mothers and sisters
You are a father for your children
You are a treasure that all we need
No terrorism, no traitors
We hoped for a peaceful land
Now our dreams have come true
That's because of you
We all Sri Lankans, salute you
Our heroes, Our pride!
Shalika Wijeratne
A fallen hero's request
I know, still you look at the dusty road
Leaning against the half opened door
Hiding the rolling tears
Thinking of your darling son's arrival
 No response to the rising sun
No difference to the invading darkness
The reality you have to welcome
Since your son has done the best
With military honours, I lay down here
Having done my part for our Motherland
To prosper and shine under one flag
Many a friend has followed the same course
So you be happy as country's journey is done
Though, my presence, you don't see
The course of my mission is felt by all
Dear Mum, wipe your tears and look at the sky
The sun of peace is rising over the mountain!
(Dedicated to all fallen heroes at the battlefield) Jayalath
Basnagoda
Limericks
The article about limericks in the VIGNETTES column of the Sunday
Observer of June 7,2009 evoked some nostalgic memories of my youthful
days. We had our gang of close friends who used to have, among several
recreational activities, sing-song parties, during which singing,
limericks was one. Our friends from Moratuwa, affectionately called, `Moratuwe
kollo', sang the most number of limericks, including some ribald ones
which burst forth side-spitting laughter.
There was a conventional drill or pattern in the way these limerick
sessions went. After one of us sang a limerick, the others jointly sang
the following chorus: "That was a jolly good one.
Sing us another one too". Unfortunately, I am unable to write down
here any of those limericks, as I have forgotten all of them. But,
appended to this are eight limericks, composed by me in an amateurish
attempt to be poetic.
There was a man from Spain
Who always travelled by train
His train was late
And he missed his date
His trip was all in vain.
 A doctor had a dream
He prescribed some cream
The cream was blue
And stuck like glue
The patient began to scream.
Once upon a time
A great-grand aunt of mine
Made a date
In a joyful state
After drinking some wine.
When I was going to a function
I met my host at the junction
He was not my host
But seemed like this ghost
Bringing along my luncheon!
Mrs Bull has brains
With "Ratti" in her veins
She became sick
After drinking milk
From New Zealand strains.
We rear a tame monkey
That rides on neighbour's donkey
When the donkey brays
The monkey prays
With its hands wonkey.
There was this youth from Galle
Working in a grocery stall
That he was stealing
When no one was looking
Showed in the video of the shopping mall.
She was sea-bathing naked
Near the Christ Church sacred
"Cannot look the other way
Hence she must stay away"
Cried the preacher, Wilfred.
S. Madagammana
Incantation
I am the darkness
In the moonless starless night.
Be thou the arundathi star
Emitting refulgence, far far away.
I am the infertile parched sandy waste.
Remaining in an expansive stretch.
Be thou the sparkling brook
Flowing through.
 I am the rugged tree
Exposed to summer's ravages,
With withered leaves blown away
By the blowing wind.
Be thou the un-seasonal rain
Coming down in torrents.
I am the thorny plant
Remaining forlorn upon the hillock
Silhouetted against the cerulean
Mid-day sky, bereft of blossoms.
Be thou the blooming blossom
Replete with fragrance.
I am the loneliness
Flung into the vortex of desolation.
Be thou the director
Of the flashing glory
Of thy gazelle eyes in my direction.
How could I recompense O!
Such gesture of magnanimity
And gifts of incalculable value,
Rendered poor as I am, all that I've had
Having been taken away in stealth
By my providence, save the heart.
I shall offer thee in return
The chastefullness of my heart
Which is not used to laughter
But to tears.
H. Kamal Premadasa
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