Swarnapali Liyanage Biography

You handed me to stand
when I was tired of kneeling
standing behind me guided
till I ripened to a woman
...

In each moment of my life
they chase behind me
I am proud of myself
they cannot live without me
...

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
...

A genteel creation of God
gives birth to a soul
her kindliness lets you
live her body within
...

Behold! Folks battle against
piety, race and land
Compatriots breath last
at our feet in war field
...