At my half score, did it begin,
Butchery of the worst form.
Weeping, wailing and sorrow,
Resounding in the gloomy skies.
A blitz in the far North,
And a tit for tat in far South.
The pearl of the Indian Ocean,
Enveloped in fear-psychosis.
The poor islanders, undeterred,
Murmured silent prayers.
Yet, the mayhem continued
Till the MESSIAH, long awaited , arrived.
The LIBERATION launched; SATAN smashed!
The fettered sleeping LION woke up!
A sigh of relief, today, at my two score!
In PEACE , I can close my eyes at four score!....
Sajendra Kumara
[ This poem was penned by me immediately after the war victory as a tribute to the war heroes and the president Mahinda Rajapaksha]
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