18 February, 2018
A slope makes colour
The dry brown leaves
Burnt by a blight
An occasional green
Waving to the breeze
Dry cracked earth
Parched water less soil
Smell of the wild
That rare herbal flower
Strong pungent fragrance
Air conveying pollen
Strong cyclonic wind
Then the grey clouds
Claim the blue sky
Seeds of the weed
Spread along fast
These shrubs colours
In green this incline
- Miran Perera
Kandy