Beautiful to be lost | Sunday Observer

Beautiful to be lost

10 September, 2023

It was Spring when I was a kid,

Flowers grew, birds flew,

The sun glittered..I saw all of them.

All my school years were Summer

Scorched with work, books, exams.

It was a long Summer.

I wonder now..

Is it the Fall?

Or a twist in the cycle of seasons?

There are groves of buds and flowers filling my inwards span.

I see yellow leaves falling off trees.

Cold snowflakes flashing ahead.

It’s be lost.

- Schenelle Lavinia
Faculty of Social Sciences
University of Kelaniya.