Swarnapali Liyanage

You handed me to stand
when I was tired of kneeling
standing behind me guided
till I ripened to a woman
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In each moment of my life
they chase behind me
I am proud of myself
they cannot live without me
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In the glaring sun on the melting sand
She marches from near by souk
Pushing a shopping cart to noble palace
Where she slaves for the day and night
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A genteel creation of God
gives birth to a soul
her kindliness lets you
live her body within
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Behold! Folks battle against
piety, race and land
Compatriots breath last
at our feet in war field
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Forbiddings bind me at age
Hope me to be ripe in discipline
My golden childhood beloved
was carefree realm, dawn of life
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Roaring anger through great seven seas
erupted as spiteful giant water columns
Swept off fragile nations to oceans
You! the most cruel catastrophe of all
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Mind is more mightier than your fleshy body
Where it surely fixes upon ever known nobody

May be in cerebrum or somewhere in brain
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Never gone to school
cannot read or write
my grandfather great
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Enticing fragrance
Spirited snare
Single Rose in a bush
Eyes carry you there
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On unsure feet
came to my room
begged wisdom
to meet the world
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Pretty silent teen girl at last desk my class
looked down when I always gave her a slight glance
eyes told me pain of heart I was smart to guess
all assignments were delayed days, weeks and months
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The leaves change colours
Shedding them all slowly
They prepare for the winter
Hoping to be survivors.
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