Achievements Absolutely Attracted
“Achievements” absolutely attracted,
As an Advocate gladly poet accepted.
Actually I was basically a Pharmacist,
Afterwards for advocacy I had to quit.
At famous Law College I passed LL.B,
Awarded with 3 golds as topper in LL.B.
Always best Madhusudan Law College,
Acknowledged by me till my old age.
Advocacy, M.A, LL.M, Ph, D in Law (Utkal),
After that from France State I got the call.
Accepted certificate about Human Rights
At International Institute of Human Rights.
Accepting teaching profession of Law line,
Advocacy I left cause teaching duty divine.
As Lecturer, Reader, Professor , Principal,
About twenty five years I had teacher’s role.
Achievement as author of two books in Law,
Accepted honorary senior editorship for TAY
At present world famous as one Law Journal,
Appreciate and acknowledge all authors role.
As chief editor, member in editorial I got scope,
An Odia poet or English poet, I am at AP camp.
Always my busy activity in social service works,
As chief guest, chief speaker I deliver my talks
Any way I am very proud to meet this contest,
A Lawyer poet becomes its host so inspired a lot.
Always own village,own profession offer peace,
Acknowledge the subject of host truly too nice.
At last sends blessing for poet lawyer,dear host,
Advancement or achievement must by self effort.
Actually the man proposes and God disposes it,
Achievements absolutely Almighty Lord’s kind gift.
All poetry learned poets awarded me with award
At poetry.com I got legendary status so felt glad.
An U.G.C scholar in LL.M study within my India,
Accepted status best citizen of India,glory of India
Achievements at retired life being
writer of poetry,
Actually the poet is a blessed child of the
divine Almighty.
Also the poet is honored as a second
Lord of world,
Any further desire I don’t have;
want peace of world.
Words: Brundaban Panda
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A diary abstract of calendar events
First term
I felt as if my destiny warranted my arrival in Minneriya
For I had to sacrifice my stay with my parents at Weliweriya
To come on transfer to a school in the District of Polonnaruwa
Being a divorcee five years aftermath of the marriage at Kelaniya
I was allocated a room with another lady teacher that night.
According to her, the present Principal was somewhat cute
Takes liquor every evening but attends school with sound head
Still a bachelor, very decent, around 30 years was what she said.
When the Principal raised his head, to look at my transfer papers
It was Nisal, who was my fiancé ere my marriage and divorce
Presenting me a time-table he displayed an attitude friendly
Without a semblance of hatred feeling being displayed frankly.
It made me topsy-turvy to look at that genuine face directly
For I felt guilty for refusing to be his lifelong partner strictly
Believing rumours to the effect this honest guy had another catch
Which erroneous conclusion led me to marry one in my batch
After school, with no appetite, I couldn’t resist the cascade of tears
For, it had been very cruel of me, to allow him, although he bears
Such a shock of being refused by his fiancée after two years
So I determined to save him from this misery he now undergoes
I bade him good morning and pleaded him to stop drinking
After signing and before leaving to the classroom, so wishing
Without being noticed by anyone to preserve his dignity
His innocent smile inferred a semblance of hope in the proximity
Second term
A couple weeks hence, I noticed he developed enough will power
No one but me knew what exactly turned him again into a teetotaler
Little did anyone in school hear, that in my heart I shouted hooray
For I was overwhelmed with his response a humble, muted display
Third term
At the year-end term he went on transfer to a school in Kelaniya
During the holidays with a purpose he visited my parents at Weliweriya
My transfer to an adjacent school, he had previously arranged
Thus, I earned the privilege of being his loving partner in marriage
Words: S.S.J. Fernando
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Ode on Melancholy
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Words: JOHN KEATS