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Thursday, July 12, 2007

Poems of our Time

Lost in Time

We look to be lost in time

busy with our commerce;

making money and edifice towers,

waging warfares and reaping flowers.

What did our old folks do

in their lazy old lifetime

to convey forth such as a generation

of world that looks to be

totally lost in time?

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SHIPS
Just a brief
conversation, over dinner;
Two Worlds had spun!

Two hearts, spoke
across a table;
Had so much fun!

Is it love,
or a loneliness;
that conveys us together?

From up above,
He supplies us;
A sweet scented savor!

We attain out,
so blindly, moving;
Away, out of sight!

Like two ships,
passing each other;
Through a stormy night!

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Nuwara Eliya

Rail me back to Nuwara Eliya,

There's where the tea and the pears and berries grow.

There's where the watercourses dribble sweet in the springtime.

There's where the mist in the morning time hangs low.

Drive me round the huge unfastened spaces,

There's where the dairy farm and the meat and veggies grow.

There's where the Equus caballuses nicker snorting in the sunshine.

There's where the flowers blooming brightly from their bough.

Walk me up old Piduru-tala-gala,

There's where the fauna and the crafty old fox roams.

There's where the stones are hewn all over nature.

There's where true peace reigns composure in our home.

Take me down to the exuberant greenness Plains.

There's where the birds and the bees and fauna go.

There's where the world looks to stop in its lifetime.

There's where the beauty of life looks to flow.

[Note: Nuwara Eliya is a high height hill station town in the Central State of Sri Lanka where temperatures are typically cool and where some of the best teas in the world are grown]

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