To my mother

Dear Amma!
You mean so much to me
You were my courage
You were my inspiration.
You offered me a happy childhood
And a fruitful adulthood.
You were an introvert who tried to hide your sorrow.
You were an extrovert who tried to blossom us with your delight.
Dear Amma!
I know that we have to leave this life and our loved ones, one day.
But it is very hard for me to experience happiness without you.
I miss you everyday.
Now, I am in my tears every remaining day of my life.

Love
Pamoda Divakara Mohotti, Australia.

A new hope...?

I wandered a lot
A long distance...
A distance which has never been walked alone,
On my disabled foot before,
Thinking that the pain in my heart will be suppressed,
By the pain in my thigh...
My thigh was damaged when I reached home...
Wound in my heart has been filled with pus,
As it's hard to be cured for a long time...
But,
It has to be somehow
Because,
I can't let that wound destroy myself one day...

Dunusinghe Nirosha De Silva

Fresco Maidens

Beautiful fresco maidens on the mighty rock
Colourful flowers blossom on your cute hands
Precious jewellery glisten on your slender figure
Blissful gestures seduce pleasing the human eyes

Your eyes brightly spark like the stars in the night
Appealing smiles are pleasant a delightful presence
Mesmerizing silhouettes capture collective admiration
Enchanting work of art awakes veiled inspirations

Are you a divine godess from rapturous heaven
Believe to be the adorable lightning princess
Are you the pretty damsels of smooth fluffy clouds
May be the bewitching ladies of the kings court

In the ruined kingdom on the monolithic rock
Behind the enduring paws of a gigantic lion
Above the polished wall that glazes like a mirror
You may securely remain protected forever

Hemakumar Nanayakkara

After the War

The first golden rays
Of a long - awaited dawn
Rekindles hope
And warms many - a - heart

At the threshold of a great victory
Rejoice for Mother Lanka's glory

Hearts shall grieve no more
No more shall the tears fall
No longer would the skies resound
With the echoes of cannon and sword

For the lion - hearted warriors
Have wiped out misery and sorrows

Fearlessly fought the heroic sons
And paid tribute to their motherland
The battle for humanity done
Thus their duties fulfilled

From where they have ceased
Begins yet a noble task
For our duty beckons us
To come forth and do our part

It's time to sow the seeds of love
Over the blood - stained Palmyra grove
It's time to rebuild the nation anew
Under the lion flag soaring high

Inoka de Alwis

Mother's match

In the grovy wilderness
Ensconced in tranquil bliss
I hear you, symphonized fine
With Mother Nature's holey tune

Among suckling deer calves
Overwhelmed in mothers' warmth
On the meadow, distant verdant
Beheld kindness vivid and ardent

Silhouetted against fiery sun
Soothing zephyr's solace genuine
Caressing divine heavenly touch
Enticed charisma in heart and psyche

Day in day out, I yearn to seize
A glimpse of yours in a hearty dream
Moment so called dearly clan
Cares me no more than a sham

Heart craves to talk to you Mom
Instant, humanity choose to hush
Soul is crying for your gentle touch
In a world of prickly thorny bush

Beaten day and night alike
By the villain waves, albeit
Golden beach lolling unstirred
Endured! Compassioned!
Typically, that's yours match!

Jayatissa K. Liyanage

A Lesson in Calculus

Outside the glass window,
We watched the sheets of rain,
Bathing the lawn,
And the hedgerow beyond it.

Inside, we were in the shallows,
In the sea of mathematics,
About to embark,
On a long, arduous voyage.
Our captain, a sweet, plump girl,
Assuaged our fears,
And had us steer clear,
Of the rocks where we sailed.
The turbulent billows,
The angry wind,
Could hinder but not stop,
Our passage;
Affectionate threats, gentle warnings,
Along with tender scolding,
Took us to our destination,
In the nick of time,

Safe and sound.

 
Jayashantha Jayawardhana
For Batti(Chathurika) from
Faculty of Applied Sciences

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