24 March, 2019
All are like the birds
Who come only in the
Season of fruits
But at times we meet
One, who can
Produce the fruits
Just like the majestic sun.
It we being in a dilemma
They'll fly away from us
Afer knowing that
We're useless hence
And we have nothing
When we have no one at all
To share our sighs.
There are some strangers
We never helped them
Even in our wild dreams
Some never have seen before
Never knew a name even
Come and stay with us
Till we solve
Our problems.
Dulmi Mayodhya,
St. Thomas' Girls' High School,
Matara.