ISSN: 1391 - 0531
Sunday April 06, 2008
Vol. 42 - No 45
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The Ode - My Garden

By Manu Gunasena

Gusty winds moan and howl
thrashing my solitary tree,
Ferocious rain ceaseless falls
'pon my garden furiously;
Brooding clouds shield 'n steal
the summer sun's glorious ray,
'N shrouds sans care in blackened despair
my rosy garden lay.

No coloured rainbow lights up high
to give me brief respite
But a morbid gloom's pall appalls
and shrouds each stark daylight
As lightning lashes without pause,
without its starry light
The heavens' roar when thunder echoes
my heart's dreadful plight.

Bereft of love, bereft of care,
my garden's in ruined despair,
Wrapped in blight, withered it lies,
denied your love's divine air;
'N it will die if you surmise
future births will fate fulfil:
Destined love will arise
when we together our garden till.

Then will the wind's mournful moan
hush in silence and abate,
Then will the falling ferocious rains
find its fury sate;
Then dark clouds will en masse pass
to let the eclipsed sun through
To bloom 'n flower each passing hour
my garden with a love e'er true

Then will the primrose from paleness spring
to await the mornin's dawn
To bloom with hue without a fear
in your love's evergreen lawn;
Then will the red rose rush to blush
with new fervour afresh;
'N the languid lily will long once more
to leap and gaily thresh.

When long denied love's flares aglow,
long concealed love will blaze afore
Kindling again souls' soaring flame
shared many births before;
Alight, anew let passions brew;
and 'pon rosy petals we'll know,
Only love will make our flowers blow
and make our garden grow.

 
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