Beyond the moat
The door opens
To that fabulous world
Of the ever – living past of the royalists,
Who fully enjoyed life
In communion with nature.
The cool breeze enriched with droplets
Rhythmically blowing
Through the green vegetation
Might have inspired
The sensuous heart of King Kashyapa
To realise his dream
Of a unique creation
In a kingdom with divine features,
The angels glancing down
From the rock wall
Proudly, but innocently
Wishing prosperity
To the whole nation.
Oh! The valiant King,
Can brutality dwell
In such a sensitive heart?
Cannot it be a horrendous mistake
Made by someone
To look down upon you
as a parricide?
- Kumari Weerasooriya
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The Arbour
Beneath this shade
Under spanning trees
The large green canopies
Making the Sunday
Enter the weedy ground
Many plants give
In climbing vines so few
A shade none other
The cool climes of weather
Fragrance of the spices
The odour of rotten fruit
Chirp of the parrots
In the shade of the flowers
A night brings the moon
When stars peep around
Cooling circulating on ground
The arbour shades
Night now fades
Brings morning light
Yet, shade makes a wondrous site.
- Miran Perera
My Past…
Not more than twenty
The girl was amidst a party,
She was a real beauty,
Blended with the smell of Gucci Guilty
A slip dress she wore
On a figure any man would fall for
Fire she sets on the dance floor
With spins and shakes and shimmies and more
She was cheerful and dazzling
Guys were stalking and flirting
Some strove to put a ring
But, she was my past, I was recalling
Here I am, fattened up with a jelly belly
After the birth of my lil’ Cinderelly
No more dresses to buy from Kelly
Decisions I made, were they good or silly?
Tied up with diapers and nappies of my cutie
24/7 isn’t enough for me
No time to go out with friends for high tea
It’s like my own kingdom, where I’m the queen bee
Red bag with red stilettos for a red dress is over
To-do lists, to-buy lists and bills are all over
Cleaning, babysitting and studying moreover
But I know, I’ve got to move and somehow crossover
It feels really good when you tiptoe,
The memories you love, but cannot have anymore
To see a rainbow it should rain I know
So let me drown in rain, coz my daughter is my rainbow
- Maneesha Perera