Navod Jayasuriya

''In my youth, '' commenced the old man,
''I encountered so many things'',
''And of course, I was highly imbued with feelings of love and joy''.
Dwelling upon each other, the old man continued.
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I used to stroll along in the pedestrian way,
Most at night times for close of the day,
With an anticipation of being so relax and calm,
And also searching for something like balm.
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I used to go with idyll all day long,
But now, all I have left is merely to moan.
Beseeching for the most precious gift for dwelling,
Never knew that I have been flawed by loving.
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I woke up on a Sunday dawn,
And wandered out of the cabin holding intentions,
Of beholding lively visions.
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She is so stunning that no one resembles her,
And enchantingly adorned with a spell rare,
Spiffs herself up with alluring dresses she wears,
It's her black-thick locks I'm almost aware.
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I evermore had some pressing business,
For I adored most being the witness,
Of such a lovely case in which,
I almost wanted to be a part of it.
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Consternation I had,
was giant and massive,
was a matter to dismay,
and a matter to confound,
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Oh! the extraordinary glorious days of yore,
And it was commenced just many years ago,
And pondered as the mighty event of all,
And it is adorned with spell,
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Cultivating avariciousness, man is after wealth,
Status and material possessions.
Leading a hectic life, he's after all these things.
The man is on his way!
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It was commenced long long ago,
it straddled many years ago,
it judged immeasurable number of lives,
of many soldiers, of poor fellow men,
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I left many of the days,
Deep in scar onerously.

Before having the judge received,
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I walked at ease in the mild serein,
In morn I went there,
Was a rebarbative jiffy,
And tedious as well.
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You are an exquisite mauve violet flower,
staying upon the dune,
and over the tussocks,
with a bright, fascinating and sparkling color.
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Decrying your fine art,
observing your stunning style,
I knew your beauty,
was snazzy and jazzy.
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Abetted in the deception by the liberty,
Formulations upon the criminals with insanity,
Accumulation of possessions without dignity,
Aching for perpetual avarice with unknown humanity.
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Seldom have we ever encountered such a gruesome tragedy,
Exacerbating the state by abdicating the quarantine,
And evolving the perplexed nature in the meantime,
Would this be a provisional intermission for the society routine?
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The poise of the glide in the balmy zephyr,
Strolling freely not arousing the febrile nature,
Blue beryl embedded embellished sapphires free of fear,
Dainty feet touching the ground inspiring the lustre.
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Strolling at ease with the soughing of zephyr,
Slight cold weather at sun's fading glare,
A sense of notoriety by the whispering air,
Of a novelette I fed up with black brooding desire.
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Lissom physique arching to the lily on Lea,
Aplomb in her glide at balmy zephyr,
Lass with a melody to the warmth of the sun's flare,
Her tones crooning to rhythm, a day-break whisper.
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