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Sunil Ranasinghe

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Colombo, Sri Lanka

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Departure

by

Sunil Ranasinghe


Before the dark shadows
be attached to row of trees,
where the streets breathe last
at silent night,
I did not hope to remain
where I could not be effective__..

Before the yellow Sun
be proud of deep sky,
where my slim shadow
get erased on dry soil,
I did not hope to remain
where I could not be effective__..

Before the saffron Moon
cry along at wounded night,
when eyes swell bubbles
saying nothing to anyone else,
I did not hope to remain
where I could not be effective__..


Untitled the departure

by

Sunil Ranasinghe

Departure

Before the dark shadows

be attached to row of trees,

where the streets breathe last

at silent night,

I did not hope to remain

where I could not be effective__..

Before the yellow Sun

be proud of deep sky,

where my slim shadow

get erased on dry soil,

I did not hope to remain

where I could not be effective__..

Before the saffron Moon

cry along at wounded night,

when eyes swell bubbles

saying nothing to anyone else,

I did not hope to remain

where I could not be effective__..

prison nation

by

Sunil Ranasinghe



(Perhaps this war will pass like others which divided us

leaving us dead, killing us along with killers

but shame of this time puts its

burning fingers to our face

who will erase the ruthlessness

hidden in innocent blood? )

Pablo Neruda - selected poems

Blood smudges specter of present days

clash and try to strangle each others,

The gallows fruits continually in barren ground

to hang innocent with flattered in charnel house.

The hunters open smelling mouth and paws

to skinned and mutilate you and me,

Nocturnal delimit the borders among us

to divided canopies and roots of womb.

Agent evils offer chauvinism to next

and flame scatters as pillars of decline

it leads people to dig grave itself

War profits for devils turn men into beasts.

Who will awake the conscience of bones?

to fulfill pure life and pure memories,

Who will erase the pains of warm blood?

to grew the seeds of humane and love.

freedom

by

Sunil Ranasinghe

Mountains and clouds
Warm suns and cold moons
Come__ come and fall on me
And hide me from
The heavy wrath
of my enemies.

Liberate my mind
From evil grips,
Remove my arms and legs
From iron chains
Let me to walk on my foots
I will raise my voice
To relief my paining body.

Lightening light the eyes
Of my communities
for find a solution
to free from the cages.

The rain clean me
All sins of my people
The Sun gives me
Energy to wake up
All my neighbors

The thunder gives me your strength
Against the enemies of my people
Mother earth Liberates me
From all boundaries.