Fazli Sameer

That shattering crack of willow on leather
crowds roaring hither and thither,
the boys in blue, gold, and black
sprinting far ahead of the pack
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‘Twas the break of dawn
as my feet kissed the lawn.
And I stepped outside,
amidst the stillness of the tide.
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Rail me back to Nuwara Eliya,
There's where the tea and the pears and berries grow.
There's where the streams trickle sweet in the springtime.
There's where the mist in the morning hangs low.
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You were there
when the lights dimmed
around me and enveloped the
air into a darkness, that was so still
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Every run you make,
Every ton that's great,
Every ball you scrape,
Every catch you take,
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The mango tree, she
stands, so proud and tall;
reaching her branches out afar,
tempting our tongues with succulence,
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The rain
comes pouring
down upon the roof,
rapping like hip-hop music
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I see trees
filled with green
swaying in the wind;
like people on the move
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Running,
hand in hand
by the open sea;
cold froth splashing
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I still remember,
Grandpa taking me by
the hand and telling me tales;
in that rickshaw that moved on
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Where,
have all those
days of wine and roses
gone, to memories of an era
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SANDS

I set foot on the sands of the Arabian Gulf
In Nineteen Seventy Nine;
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Just a brief
conversation, over dinner;
Two Worlds had spun!
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There’s a place
in the mountain tops,
where I want to linger,
spending the rest of my days
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Now I see,
that it was just
a dream that took
a while to unfold; and
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Why do we
cry, sometimes
even though we are
grown up and getting old?
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We seem to be lost in time
busy with our commerce;
making money and building towers,
waging wars and reaping flowers.
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Is there such a day
as tomorrow,
that will bring sunshine
and take away the rain
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Bless you Papa,
for sowing the seed that germinates life
within this beautiful world.
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‘twas commitment
that brought them together.
Yet, in his eyes
she never was there.
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