2 July, 2023
Flowers of Dawn do not bloom at Dusk,
One who is not a poet at twenty how he be one at sixty
When his vision is marred with blemishes of life
That he cannot discard.
When my mind is filled with unspoken emotion
Words flock around just to give an expressions
To the feelings, thoughts, dreams, and desires
As my poem forms with whatever that transpires.
Shy I am since my childhood as shy I am shy also now
Words of praise make me uncomfortable
Since I always look away just to be humble.
Praise me not my poets and friends,
I know at this stage I cannot make amends
For not blossoming at right time the dawn,
Weep not, Mourn not When I am silently gone….
Ranthul Gimhan
Grade 11
Negombo South International School
Nittambuwa Branch