Friends | Sunday Observer

Friends

All are like the birds
Who come only in the
Season of fruits
Yet, at times we meet
One who can
Produce the fruits
Just like the
Majestic Sun.
If we are in a dilemma
They'll fly away from us
After knowing that
We are useless afterwards
And we have nothing
For they've suck
The jist of strength in us.
When we have no one at all
To share our sighs with
There are some strangers
We never helped them
Even in our wildest dreams
We've never seen them before
Never know or never heard
Come and stay with us
Till we solve that problem.

Dulmi Mayodhya,
St. Thomas' Girls' High School,
Matara.

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