Carols of Winter peace
By: Thyaga Dahanyake
The warm of Christmas candles soften your heart
The piping hot chocolate comforts your fingers with blankets of joy
The Christmas lights shine through your eyes reflecting your inner child
Jingle bells can be heard down the streets along with the laughter of its merry people
The snowflakes fall upon the youngsters as their hearts race awaiting Santa’s arrival
The carols of winter peace can be heard throughout the city corners
Something whispers to you and me about Christmas and all its miracles
By Thyaga Dahanyake
Christmas lights and snow fights
City lights and restful nights
Candy canes and christmasy lights igniting up in your heart once again
Apple cider to fill you up and egg nog to lighten you up
Shaking of presents and the smell of warm candles
Santa themed cup handles and “I saw mommy kissing Santa” scandals
Cozy sweaters and snowy weathers
It’s feeling joyful, it’s pretty clear; it’s all about Christmas cheer
I’m from quality family times to the amusing friendships
I’ m from the shimmering turquoise oceans to the shallow fresh lakes
I’m from the mysterious forests to the Exposed Cities
I’m from the spacious fields to the bright meadowsI’m from the crowded beaches to soul-searching woodlands
I’m from the elevated proud mountains to the wide green Plateaus
I’m from the pitiful and powerful lights of the sun to the grave darkness that promises clandestine
I’m from the anonymous and majestic creatures of the night to the great heroes of the dawns.
I’m from the isolated cold buildings to the comforting of the warmth of my houseI’m from the depressing times to the ecstatic times
I’m from the magical and enchanting tales to the Grimm’s dark fairy tales
I’m from the daring perilous games to simple puzzles
I’m from motivating and inspirational music to the blasting senseless rhythms
I’m from real friends to one faithful unique best friend
I’m from expressing myself to being who I am
I’m from the warming tea sips to the ice cold Slurpee’s
I’m from the tropical fruits to the exotic berries
I’m from the greasy fries to the fresh vegetables
I’m from the exhilarating adventures to the tiresome measures
I’m from humorous jokes to the series situations
එදා අපට ……
මීන රාශියෙන් මේෂ රාශියට
හිරු දෙවියෝ මාරු වුණා සත්තයි ….
සිහල දමිල අවුරුදු ජය සැණකෙළියක
වෙස් ගත් බව අත්තයි …..
එපුර වර-පැහැ සර මලක් එරබදු
එනුර සරා කොවුල් හඬක්
නුඹටත් මටත් ඩිගිටල් තිරක් පොවයි ඒ සිරි….
කඩදාසි බුලත් ඇත දණෙන් වැටෙනු බැරි….
තැවෙනු මොටද සකි ඇත DS කෙළින්නට…..
වරද නැත බැරි උව පිළිපදන
දැන සිටීම උව ඇති සින්තටික් අවුරුද්ද…..
(Thushan S. Withana-Gamage, the poem written for Sinhala Language school’s Sinhala New Year party, 2012)
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