'' Spirit Of Royal-Thomian'' Poem by punsara amarasinghe

The arena of Cricket
of matches lost and won
of prowess at the wicket
of sports, of thrill, of fun.....

Lads are playing the game
with aim and fame.........
to take the victory
for glory.......
From generation to generation
from father to son
''Magnanimity of the battle
is solid and lucid
loss or triumph......
labour is flowing
through spirit and grit........

Flags are waggling
boy are whooping.....
victory is the dream
for players in the game
maybe its an illusion
in our uncertain fate...

The school, the crest, the colours
the captain and the side.........
not your success or honours
are what you learn to pride......