Jayatissa K. Liyanage Poems

Whilst the world was in slumber
Inner myself made me to wake and act
Opened a fresh chapter in life-book
Holding a weapon, little mastered, I have
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Be it an act, or a thing, or a being,
the beginning of what ever that matters
finds way forward, towards the end, destined.
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With something, some one else does
you yield to your own emotions, and
leave open all doors, windows, vents
and gates of your spiritual mansion
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Being the adopter
think numerically
create rationally
hold on to, tightly
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Huge granite monument, wayside
Tells the story, high and loud
Passersby to read ‘n mesmerize
Until sun and moon decide...enough!
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Those were the kids’ days when we met
to play hopscotch on the compound
Later we met in the college as mates
Very strange, we met again at interviews
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Aerodynamically shaped body being
logical locomotary need, most prime
for naturally effective movement of any being
not always obliged; bungled at times, in fixing
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Veil of golden rays over the vista
Rousing fresh cuckoo call, from arboreta
night bloom attar held breezy spa
stunning dawn motif, hoisted spirits by far
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Symbolizing, in the eyes of others
hunger, famine, starvation ‘n poverty
slavery, apathy, cruelty and enmity of equity
side by side with discrimination ‘n oppression
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