Poems by Sri Lankans about life, nature, love, hate, war and many more……
Named after Julius Caesar
Hero of the Romans,
Who killed him later
Now July comes anew
Nourished and refreshed
By our monsoon rain, bright sun
And Ocean breeze
July rises now in green and
Golden splendour,
Despite the thunderclouds
And brilliant blue of skies
That once were filled with
Smoke and fiery death
We learn to live in peace
Amid universal memories,
Tragedies and comedies
Of human kind
A painting of Romans stabbing Julius Caesar to death in the Theatre of Pompey
They call it –
I was hiding in a dark pit,
Shivering, shaking, sobbing –
Terror howling inside me
Young – only 16
Two hands took me out –
Soothing voice
Two warm arms embracing me
I was shoved into a car –
Taken to a mansion –
Fast, fast, fast
Behind the kitchen slab,
Hiding, shivering.
Big knock on door
“Are you hiding Tamils?
Sinhala Traitors!”
“Naa naa Kavuruth naa”
“No, no, no one here” –
Retrieved from behind the slab
A beautiful lady –
Brimming with love –
Holding me –
Calming my fears
Oh, Golden July…
