Left Of A Precious Gift! Poem by Navod Jayasuriya

Decrying your fine art,
observing your stunning style,
I knew your beauty,
was snazzy and jazzy.

My mind was a,
giant state of a,
miscellany garnered with the,
merry and joyful raptures.

Oh! dear girl,
she left long long ago,
she forsook leaving nothing,
that can be praised to.

The day she left,
the name was given,
'the day of doom'
was a day of gloom.
oh! I am now emasculated.

Feel like immured,
with feelings,
with memories,
I am impassive.
I am now awfully emasculated.

Was exclaiming evermore,
the excruciating pain I had,
was stupendous and heavily hideous.
Alas! when my misery gets faded?

The tremendous lesson I learnt,
and the unfeigned love I gained,
also the merry memories that were gathered,
were the most irreplaceable gifts I had.
all that was left of them,
left of all the gifts.

My world now, is a compilation fond of,
and a dolorous composition made of,
or a garnered collection consists of,
miscellaneous number of melancholies.
My life is something full of doldrums.

Clean and clear,
the answer is there,
being exactitude,
the consequence gathered.
The ultimate one!
The last one.

Mused upon for a while,
perceived for a awhile,
the lucid observation,
was the final perception.
The ultimate one!
The last one!

Eminent and conspicuous,
awfully predominant,
that all they were the doldrums,
all are gone!

Was there a girl met to be?
was there a villain ceased to be?
was there a fate faced to be?
the destiny was called to be.

Keeping the matter aside,
I slung to the breeze,
with a great anticipation of,
commencing a new future.