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29 April, 2018

Before and After

Before you raise your hand
Against another human being
Think that pain is similar to both.
Before you condemn another person
Think that such remarks if aimed at you
How you feel and react to the situation.
Before you criticize another faith
Study the contents of teachings
Which faith encourages violence?
Before you destroy lives of others
See if it happens to your life
Would you be then happier?
After you carry out all these
What do you gain and carry
When you lie six feet down?
God has created the world
And men to beautify it more
And go to heaven to declare
What good you have done to be there.

- A. Jayalath Basnagoda

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Mull it over-- again and again

‘Gigantic-pile’ formed-- Out of shifted’ mixed- waste’
It was unsustainable! -- And against to the ‘blue-sky’
A’ clean-city’ performed!
Though showed off a mirage
‘Nature’s-wrath’ was declared
Such process produced devastation!
The innocents were engulfed!-- By the collapsed pile
A ‘palpable- outbreak’ was out weighted
Mull it over! - Over and over again.
The attitudes! Which mingled with tradition
To be changed! swiftly
Thus ‘muck – rack’ the trash
And showcase, the resources!
Mix waste’s segregation!--Makes, durability!
Solutions for pollutions!
Generating trash not to be doomed!-- Henceforth
Mull it over – Over and over again

Merril Perera

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A Thought at Dawn

Can one name the fabulous colour
With which,the eastern sky painted at dawn?
Is it pink, crimson, silver or gold?
None, but a magnificent spectacle
To which the man has ever failed to give
A name worthy of its charm
Nonetheless, this splendor
Which the Sun brings
Each morning withoutfail
Heralding its bountiful but majestic ascend
Is second to none
As the one which inspires the minds of all
And makes them glow
One who sees the beauty of dawn
Is one who knows for what
Thenature was revered
In the days bygone
The ancient man venerated the Sun
When it rose
Not as he mistook it for a god
But as he was not for taking
The marvel, the nature granted,
That makes the weary mind bloom
That gives the life to all
Not for a single penny, for granted.

N.A.A.P.K. Nedurana 

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