POETRY WRITING

“ The purpose of poetry is to restore to mankind the possibility to wonder. ”

Octavio Paz

Poet

A Fox born to a Deer

~Ama Chethana of Viharamahadevi Balika Vidyalaya, Kiribathgoda

It was a rainy day
when I was wondering
why did she never leave
like others do
why didn’t she stop fighting
to protect me, us
from the raging forest
around us
were growing
why not stop
why not
why not leave
why not.

I murmured
aren’t you tired
the fight you keep up
won’t last forever
that puts me up to
a DUTY
that I must fulfill
to protect her
with all my strength
when she’s at a push

If this weren’t the
truth
you were to leave us
all by ourselvesin the dark
I could have been the
daredevil
with no responsibility
and no duty
to hold

YOU put me up to this
which makes me
hate you
hate myself
to push myself
so far
even if I didn’t fit in
tearing my skin
for the thinnest mistake
for the thinnest line
I cross against
the dreams of your
pure and mellow
to dream.

Sorry for this fine life, you gave
sorry for me living in it
and sorry if I ever made you regret
for this is for
my mother
is a silent
woman enduring
the sacrificial fire
just for our
promising hereafter
that makes me a
Fox born to a Deer
like you.

Memory, overflowing

~Thyba Fahry of Hillwood College, Kandy

I can forgive but not forget,
Can be trusted but not trust

And every now and then
I watch every unresolved conflict
Every unforgotten sentence
Every unforgiven act
Come running back to me

And tear my peace into
shreds, take my sanity away and
Make me question every
Thing and everyone I’ve thought I’ve known
And drown in the seas of my own anxieties

What am I, if not a few many
Horribly repressed memories
Carelessly glued together?

Mirror

~Arjuni Rathnaveil of Devi Balika Vidyalaya, Colombo

The volume of people
Who tell themselves lies
Do they really believe
Or just an act of relief?

But do people like these
Truly know what they do?
Their souls for hire
Yet they claim the good

Their devilish ways
Do bring some delight,
But lies are monochrome
And liars remain, liars,

Who are the greatest fools?
The ones lying in the mirror
The words of love,
Just confusion, abuse, misuse

Lives getting played with
We’re supposed to love
But we all fall, victims
Of those who lie

Whether it be ourselves
Who hides who we are,
Liars who lie about lies
Humiliating, yet we go on

We do have a spot in hell
So let no one teach you,
Let your downfall
Force your eyes open

To see the liar
You have always been
Let the mirror hear,
The truth just for once

The Circle of Eternity

~H.R.R. Nethya Senadhi of Mahamaya College, Kandy

Unfolded in a field of Dandelions
Like an ethereal silky attire of angels
You’ll leave as a pristine single seed
Gliding in the light breeze…
Through a long thoroughfare beyond the horizon
Various bees and butterflies to accompany with…

The Dandelion seed will dance day and night
Blowing in the wind with appealing butterflies
Saying “your mine and I’m yours”
Ineffable emotions filling the heart of yours…

In a moment of epiphany
Tell them from a whisper;
Who am I to hold you here?
Who are you to hold me here?
How could I be yours?
When I’m not the one who I belongs?

Then fly away with the wind
Where the seed meets the demise
For a new unfold, leaving its soul
To the circle of eternity
To demise and unfold…

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