Mahishanka Withanachchi

Rookie (21/10/1988 / Colombo, Sri Lanka)

The Night - Poem by Mahishanka Withanachchi

It is the lover's time
Will be the sinner's crime
Allowing to the thoughts divine
Open up my eye's regime.

Dawn to dusk, under the burning sun
Life is like a long unending run
Calm after a storm you staying remain
Wind touch my heart and blowing again.

Is it ignorance or it is wisdom
Is it a lullaby or it is the infant screaming
Is it the begining or the extremity of joy
Even a tiny beam of light suffocate.

Alas! when I open my eyes
Memories burned into ashes
Embracing the morning light surrounds
Here another day comes.

One sleeps to forget everything
One works to start something
Like a doorway of sorrow to ecstasy
Only the wise man uncovers.

Comments about The Night by Mahishanka Withanachchi

  • Rookie - 54 Points Matthew Peel (10/6/2012 1:36:00 PM)

    What a wonderful poem... Very good job sir. I really like it. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 93 Points Payal Parande (10/6/2012 1:14:00 PM)

    how beautiful and mesmerizing..each word with deep emotion makes the sight more fascinating
    amazing just amazing

    thank you for sharing sir
    payal (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 6, 2012

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