Sun sets not with pale orange
But with gracefulness which it does manage
Moon comes not with indolent eyes
But with romantic smiles
Couple of doves, roosted on a bole of an alone tree
Having a lovely evening…
I recall how I spent the youth with my fiancé,
With full of Love, Affection & Mutual Understanding…
I shut down the window & turned into our room!
Now I see the prince of my world is sleeping
In the comfort warmth of the bosom of his Mother
I gain consolation of seeing the divining fiancé of mine,
Sleeping with my little prince as a sacred mother…
-Tharindu Weerasinghe
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