Magnification
It was just like an amoeba
What has happened as a result of a 'fault'
By me anyhow
Surely it was an amoeba.
 They mounted it
On the microscope
And invited the whole world
To observe the amoebic fault magnified.
There were whispers
And roars
I could hear exaggerations
Of size and movements too.
They judged me on their court
Convicted me for the crime
And threw me in jail
Without even hearing my defense.
I feel happy rather than sad
Even being the convict
To see the truth
Of people, in this real world.
Aruna Nilaweera
Memories are for ever
Ever loving pet Timmy
Few days have passed
Since you left us,
But still you live,
In my heart, as in the past.
 Yes, you were just a cat,
I kept you as a pet,
But with time you became close
More than a mere pet,
You became a sweet friend.
We gave you a tiniest corner in my home,
Where you can take shelter by a cozy fire,
To be our faithful pet was your only desire
But you fell asleep never to wake.
Timmy, though you had to leave us,
You know "Memories are forever"
And you'll live in our hearts
And vanish from our minds never
We love you for ever.
- M.J Karunarathne
From UL 196...
I'm looking out of the plane,
My tears are falling like rain.
The feelings I can't explain,
I'm gulping the sobs, all in vain.
From the window I see your roads,
Those long winding roads,
 Bright with cars in their sad plight
Stuck in the maddening traffic lights.
How I walked on your roads,
Hither and thither in Metros,
Your unique cycle rickshaws,
Bargaining auto rickshaws.
The places that I loved,
The faces that I hugged,
The hearts that I held so close,
I'm leaving for time flew so fast.
Despite the fact that I'm going home,
I feel like a stranger, roaming alone,
The place I called Home Sweet Home,
No longer feels like the place I belong.
For the memories that I'm leaving behind,
For the love I'm forced to forget and feel fine,
Delhi, oh Delhi...my golden sunshine,
You couldn't teach me to say goodbye without crying.
Priyangwada Perera
Sand friendship
We were together in roads
Under the trees in our garden
In forest thicket nearby
And wherever we can be
Making our cajan house
Making sand pagodas
And making carts and our own vehicles.
 There were no differences
As sex, caste and creed
Rich or poor
But only true friendship.
Sometimes we quarrelled
Fought until tears come running down.
Demanded to return what we had given
As a gift of friendship
But we were together again next day.
Friendship never gone from our hearts
Never gone from our minds
Even though we are apart now physically.
My loving friends
I still remember that golden era...
Which never came back
Yet a hope lingers...
That it would one day return
Aruna Nilaweera
Ashes into Dust
Sadness prevails
Dreams shatter into pieces
And drift away
Hopes rekindle again and again
Then die away
Memories turn into ashes
Ashes into dust
Dust into particles
Forever to be lost in space
- Nisansala Dharmasena
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