You are a flower,
often guarded by drones;
your heart is a flower,
yet tell me, my sister,
do you feel any love?
Do these drones,
fly fast from one to another,
show you any love?
Meet Ambapali,
a name for a great flower
in the Grove of Mangoes,
whose beauty attracted
princely drones.
You’re her great grand-daughter;
ask if they did shed
a single drop of tear,
a mirror that reflects love.
Did those princely drones
see her tears within;
did they take any care of them,
that were shielded
by her eyes; their sapphires?
Will these drones that sing
songs of love for your love
today,
be there tomorrow,
by your side
to sing such sweet songs
to you?
නුඹෙ හිත මලක්
නුඹ මලක් බමරු ඇදෙනා
හිත මලක් නුඹෙ සෙනෙහසේ
එහෙත් කියපන් නැගණියේ…
ළැබුවේද නුඹ ප්රේමයක්
දැනුණේද කිසි සෙනෙහසක්
දුවන බමරිඳු ප්රේමයෙන්? //
හමුවෙයන් අම්බපාලිය
කුමර බමරුන් පිරිවැරූ
අසාපන් උඹ මිණිපිරී…
හෙළුවේද උන් කඳුළු බිඳුවක්
දිළෙණ කැඩපත ප්රේමයේ?
ඇයට ළංවූ බමර නිරිඳුන්
දුටුවේද ඇගෙ කඳුළු හැංගුණ,
නුඹට අද උන් ගයන පෙම් ගී
කියාපන් මගෙ නැගණියේ…
ගැයේවිද ඒ හෙට දිනේ?
Copyright © July 6, 2018, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay
so beautiful
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Thank you, Sona, for this great comment!!
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Beautifully crafted. I like the image of the drones, very modern.
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Thank you for this great comment!!
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You are welcome.
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Lovely!
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Thanks!!
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very elegant and profound … well written Newrana.
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Thank you so much for this great comment!!
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you are most welcome!
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