Lovers' Quarrel Poem by Navod Jayasuriya

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,
Lovers' Quarrel which the best of all.

It comes annually and reaches gradually,
And closer and closer the day approaches,
All who emasculated, now become emboldened,
With one dogged tenacious hope,
They garnered together like bees for honey.

For this tremendous function,
Richmondytes and Mahindians,
Are all those who absolutely,
Get imbued with exhilarating feelings,
And with more conceptualizations.

Like a concatenation of events,
It's garnered with love, concern,
And more of curious,
The conbrio people stay,
Until it steps to the end.

Oh! the glorious days of yore,
It was commenced just many years ago,
Ruminated as an event which plays a major role,
In gathering people like bees for the honey.

Big match, the game we play,
Between schools of Richmond and Mahinda,
Is thoroughly garnered with anticipations,
And one would bet another,
For the denouement of the play.

Everyone is thought-provoked by each other,
And filled with curiosity, for which it grows stronger,
And will slightly be increased,
Until the judgement day comes,
Time immemorial it straddled and will last forever!