THE KISS

That thrush .......
Did she, too, see the angels in the waters
That time we kissed ?
And did that blackbird see
The rainbow that in breathless wonder caught us ?
The mist
On snow -white blossom on the winter tree ?
Were there
Jewelled peacocks on the lawns emerald gleaming
And marvels in the grey and sodden sky ?
Ah, was it so, my love, or were we dreaming ?
Did any see these things save you and I ?
-Margaret C Gibbins

The Burning Leaves, November

Burning Leaves, November

THESE are the folios of April,
All the library of spring,
Missals gilt and rubricated
With the frost's illumining.

Ruthless, we destroy these treasures,
Set the torch with hand profane-
Gone, like Alexandrian vellums,
Like the books of burnt Louvain!

Yet these classics are immortal:
O collectors, have no fear,
For the publisher will issue
New editions every year. 

Christopher Morley

Politico's Oration

Politico's oration in the stage,

Flows like a lake.

His notions,I found it difficult gauge,

Now I realize,everything is fake.

-M Rezvie Omerdeen

 36/19, Harribon Jones' Road,

 Matale.

 Sri Lanka

 30th October 2013

The Flowers in My Garden

The Flowers in My Garden

The flowers in my garden
I see them everyday.
As soft as wool
And as sweet as me.
I feel the smoothness
When I touch the petals.
And the smell of its aroma
Around my garden
I really like.
What a lovely sight it is
When the flowers bloom.

Fathima Fazna Fazikeen
Grade 8 D
Amina Girls' School
Matale
Sri Lanka
22nd October 2013

My Noble Teacher

My noble teacher,
An outstanding guru
And a pleasant lady,
You are.
You taught me alphabets
And good rhymes.
You improved
My reading
And my writing style.
My noble teacher
You instructed me,
How to play games.
And above all
You taught me
Good manners.

Fathima Fazna Fazikeen
Grade 8 D
Amina Girls' National School,
Matale.
Sri Lanka.
21st October 2013

The Sky and The Blue Sea

The blue sky
And the blue sea,
Touching each other,
At night and day.

The endless sea-wave
And the sea-shore,
Kissing each other,
Every now and then.

-M Rezvie Omerdeen
 36/19, Harrison Jones' Road,
 Matale.
 Sri Lanka
 9th October 2013

Hope

Hope!

Hope is a bird 
With wonderful feathers 
Sits on the boughs of the soul 
And sings the song of how to be remain alive

It sings when the dream breaks
It sings when overturn the ships
You are at the bottom and
Far away is the beach
At that time it teaches you
How to ride from bottom to top
How to swim to reach to the beach
How to rebuild the broken wings of your dream

Then you get an energy inform of a wind in the tune
To be alive strongly better than before
And it will continue to sing till you want to listen.
By Abdul Wahab