The Judge
Please don’t judge me according to your rules
Nor judge me by what happened in your past
All we have is the ‘present’;
You will only have the ‘now’
Future is not for us to decide,
Don’t allow the past to design your future
Be the master of your own future
The greatest discovery you can make
is you; The way I found you!
Teach my heart to tune into your frequency
Guide me to vibrate with your energy
Massage my heart with words of love
For it releases and soothes inner pain
I have tattooed my arm and wrist with your name
And bathed my palm with the oil of your flame
From the rising of the sun to the going down
I chant and sing your name
This soothes my nerves and rejuvenates my soul
– Timothy A. Edward
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Worthy message
Parents are an ocean of love
Their sacrifice to offspring is over and above
To safeguard children with loving care
There is nothing they would not bear
At home they are the almighty
Breathing life into all our activity
With loads of love in their heart
They are ever-ready to play their part
Do you ever remember being isolated or neglected?
No, that will never happen with their commitment
In life every award you are honoured with
Is the outcome of hard work with great faith
The gifts they give are very valuable and vast
Which will remain till our lives last
To them, children are their greatest treasure
Their love and compassion no one can measure
When time comes we should pay back their dues
By loving and caring them as long as they live
When they are in their feeble old age
Never let them get captivated to your rage
Don’t repulse them or look at them as a burden
Never let your heart get harden
Don’t feel irritated or annoyed at their behaviour
Always keep in mind, they are your saviours
Those who do not look after them very well
They are sure to suffer in nasty hell
You must make use of every opportunity
To be grateful for their rich smell of humanity
You must pay due reverence and homage
And when they are no more worship their image
– Rupa Banduwardena
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The Hunt
In this sanctified land of Buddhism
Where three religions are heard all day through
A descendant of the Creator’s favour
To whom his ancestry is a masterpiece
Crafted with care, concern and pride
To be a super creature in his Garden of Eden….
The enchantment, respect and awe Blake held him in
Jim Corbett’s confession of regret, and his valued reasons
For his deeds flash and swirl my mind
In remembering a triumphant example
Of the civilized beasts in the North
In whose midst he wandered an unsuspecting monarch.
Was it a quirk in his fate?
Or the divine sense of security meant for him
That made him stalk out of his territory?
As the quarry of inhuman beasts
Who should have tolerated his unexpected arrival
And left it to the wildlife men to show him the way
Back to his territory where he be a celebrity.
The human beasts armed with clubs and logs
Searched for the poor visitor, ambushed him and
Leapt at the innocent prey; tens and tens of them
Attacked him from all sides and from above
Fierce and fast as thunder and lightening
Chopped his great head; broke every inch of his bones and ribs
And in moments made him a sagging, flabby carcass
And held it like a teddy bear to celebrate their brutality.
– Chandana Ruwan Jayanetti