19 May, 2019
The sandy soil which marks my foot print
Just as I jog with the spotted splint
My ruined legs washed by the wave
Feel comfort and differently behave.
The cold air which rush to the heart
Run through the nerves and make me smart
Waiting was the moon for the arrival of the sun
Just as it sailed in the sky and spun.
Even the sun and even the moon
Knew why they were travelling so soon
But the sea waves travelling high and low
Did not know where they were meant to go.
Nowhere was mud and no where pud
No trace to say where it stood
But everywhere patience and joyful pride
And nothing is wrong on nature's side.
Aamir Ahamed,
Zahira College,
Colombo.