MEMORIES OF CEYLON
Lonely for past times,
Never again,
Will my world be the same,
Floating fireflies in the trees
Jasmine on the evening breeze,
The koel bird’s melancholy call
Churches upright, proud and tall,
Memories of those who died
The mountainside
The flowing streams
My fading dreams
Are all that’s left,
Of you.
I love poems and composing.