4 November, 2018
There are red, yellow, pink and white
Flowers in my garden brilliant bright
They shine at the sun with precious light
Smell them sweet and it fills my sight.
These flowers are not the same
They grow up with pure rain
I will give them all for my fame
One day they will bloom and reign.
Colours, smells and sizes are different
These flower buds are apparent
Never they even thought anyone to affont
Like in sandalwood always so fragrant.
Dulmi Mayodhya,
St. Thomas' Girls' High School,
Matara.