The Barren land

Here is the barren land,
In a paradise lost,
Where is the hum,
From the honey bird's nest?
Without the trees,
Where they used to perch,
And mutter with mates.
Once a grassy meadow,
Has hidden it's blue veil baring,
The brown naked body,
Scorched in the sun,
Only the lonely hymn,
Of the west dry wind.

Charitha S. Adikariarachchi

Dawn

The first cry of the crow
with no sound otherwise.
Just the feelings, feelings only
Jasmine scented cool, fresh breeze
Enveloping my whole being,
Flesh and soul.
Surroundings clad in misty grey,
Except window panes here and there,
Tinted with a golden gleam
From lights inside.
Up above, velvet grey skies
A glow in the East
With soft milky splashes
Of maiden sun rays.
The Dawn!

Neela Vithanage,

The August Sun

You came to me like the August sun.
Bright and Sunny,
But not hot and harsh.
Like the sparkles on a sunlit stream,
Like the cooling wind of leaves,
You lifted my soul with joy.
With your eyes of diadems,
Your face so keen,
Always ready to listen to my wailing
My joys my sorrows.
I know not whether you understood
But still...... I know you cared.
But one fine night,
You did feel bad.
You wailed in pain but only for a short while.
When I hoped and knew you were to wake
You left me,
God took your life,
Infront of my very eyes.
The ways your hands crouched
Your last whisper of friendship
Shall ALWAYS leave an everlasting memory.
My dearest tiny, my dearest squirrel,
My dearest pet,
My loveliest friend!

F. Farwin Rahuman

The brave one

You are there each morning amidst the crows,
Feeding on the crumbs I throw,
You care not one bit for their ugly beaks,
You dare to be alone,
Till you have your tummy full,
While I wait, motionless, keeping vigil,
Till you disappear to your safe terrain,
And hide amongst the leaves,
Knowing jolly well that I wanted,
To protect you,
Lest one ugly beak peck and hurt you,
My brave little squirrel.

Laki Rajapaksa