Ashan the Poet

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She isn't dream at a night.
But, seeing her eyes is a might,
Could this Kandyan charming kite,
Please my heart from her bright?
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Truly I love her simplicity,
But no bow to my magnanimity,
Yet I don't doubt her fidelity,
Knowing she is in my fraternity.
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Among thousands of Balloon,
One is an 'ornate Maroon',
How could I adore this colourful Festoon,
By playing my woodwind Bassoon?
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Bus 'karaya' (driver) has a huge rush,
But I have no scintilla of fuss,
Hadn't this unsung insane crush,
No avail to sit in this omnibus.
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Whilst running on a rat race zippy fast,
We break our bonds upon petty caste,
If not bury the hatchet forgetting past,
Nothing be left except dying at last.
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I had a deep Slumber,
Woke up while Ponder,
If I have a mail Sender,
I will write her no Wonder.
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First time this white Lilly,
Laments on whole night worry,
If I knew my word might silly,
I do say nothing but sorry.
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If good Samaritan is there,
To take you care,
That is not fair,
Blaming to the air.
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God creates a pair,
Who have worldly flare,
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