Morning

                     Morning

The wind blows making a sound.
The mist flows gaining a mind.
Birds flies searching a prey.
The day dawns making everybody awake.

The active farmer goes to the field.
He till the see for the yield.
Everybody awakes for the day work.
That shows all are ready for work.

Everybody work during the day.
The sun sets as they are tired.
The darkness come for the rest.
The nature shows it is time to stop.

My wish

               My wish
The way you go may be sake...
The speed will be law in the memory of me...
There may be no troubles in the working place...
No fatigue will be felt...

No extra more works will be done...
Will be abale to come back soon...
No bad friends will meet...
Abale to come back in safe...

The mind may had to good deeds...
The goad may bless you as i pray...
May attain nibbana before death..

Father's happiness

              Father's  happiness 

A day without a simple coin in hand
The head full of flames of the father
Although sent to the campus to get a degree,
Our lives are aimless 
The sorrow is not a unawareness,
Their strikes are better.
This is not due to literacy,
But the father's weakness is more
Do i have the vacation futher,
I remember father asking me.
When i say still no date of commencement 
The father was happy

Dear Sky

                    Dear Sky

Shall we have get together today
I want to be intoxicated 

Right, this is the way

'Ganja'  for you 
'Whiskey'  for me

Hot 'wade' for me
Honey 'boondi' for you

You are in the moon
I am on the bed

The common factor is only kick 
But there are conditions 

When i speak listen to me
Only that

Affection of the Mother

             Affection of Mother 

Sometimes, it may be i who help you to see colourful dreams
As i loved you much,
I couldn't have helped you to work on earth

As i believed you too mutch,
You would have believed woman

When i was walking with you
I couldn't tell you that one will have to love himself other than the others

Please forgive me my beloved son
Mother

Negombo Evening Without You

                Negombo Evening Without You

The unpleasant wind
The sky stairing to us
Clouds cried against us

White people like useless coins going up and down through the ramshacle street

Negombo is the same
Gloomy evening is unpleasant 
The only thing that we see is the colourful  lights

Green 
Yellow 
Red
Yellow 
Green 

Those who came and left are more
That is the situation 
If you come and stay
The mind is still in disorder 
Negombo without you is the same                    

Innocent Girl

                     Innocent Girl

                         There lived a poor family in a village. The father worked in a garage. As a result of an accident he became blind. The mother worked in neighbouring houses to earn for the living. They had a doughter of about twelve years age. She helped the blind father. One day a rich mudhalali came there. He promised to look-after the girl and took her home. The mother used to go to see her daughter once a month. Time went on. Without the knowledge of the mother the daughter was sent abroad by the cunning  mudhlali. The mother usually came to see the daughter and knew what has happened. She commit-sucide. The blind father was helpless at home.