The Sun has set
To a distant past the tide recede
Negate the weaver's recollection
Captured; lap up miles of tapestry
In salubrious clime amidst Kandyan hills
A legend emerged
Who walked this earth with head held high
A brilliant spark being one of a kind
Served man and country in high excel.
To parents by destiny chosen
The first of seven - a house fills
Their world being he, found happiness
With infinite richness of mind
Their dreams enhanced.
Nurtured a Spartan strength of spirit To shield a sudden storm
Enjoy the beautiful calm
"Nothing of him that doth fade
But suffer a sea - change
Into something rich and strange".