Shanika marini Paul
A trained advanced Teacher in English Literature she is a past pupil of St.Bridgets convent Colombo where she served as a Senior Prefect, President Of the the Interact Club District Treasurer of the Interact Districl, Leader of many quiz teams, Director of Rotaract at present she serves as the President of the Lion's Club of Mabole
She is an U/Graduate in BA(OUSL) Advanced Diploma in ... more »
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Shanika marini Paul Poems
Awaken True love! Awaken! Thine eyes doth remain Soon clouding in blindness and vain
Ode To My Parents
Ode to My Parents ATHWART TIS SEEMED TO SMILE, As tears invaded my eyes.
Ode To Yesterday
VIVELA yester year thou art alive, memories hidden from the stained eye, Thou was the mornings breath she breathed, Thou was the balm that lulled her sleep.
Ode to God
Ode To God The Creator Abba I call thee my dearest father
Ode to Humanity
Prayer of a Teacher to Teachers They come in innocence and empty shells To be filled with knowledge: no one’s to blame
Tis I who hear thee, Oh great wizard Of words of wisdom and gothic scene
Unity of crows
Observed did I two crows at play Upon a roof not faraway The mother crow teaching her little one to fly, as father watched with utmost pride.
Gossip words once spoken with no malice no bad intention these are the words repeated with venom,
A beggars cry
The Beggar boy’s cry Observe me I prey, for a while As I walk The unseen side Unseen to the unwanted, neglected eye
Ode To My Children Child born with no choice of thy own Child born as I rejoice yet moan Thou art my pride my greatest prize
Help me walk my journeys end Elders! Rejected it’s sad to note Like a seal on an old passport Forgotten remembered just on special dates
Why do I love thee my dearest husband? A question that awakens my very senses An answer so obvious, That thou never doubted For it is but fate that made us meet face to face
Loneliness Were those not the eyes that once looked upon me? Were they not the lips that whispered sweet promises to me? Were those not the arms that once comforted me?
Lamentation I set my goal upon my throne, And gazed at it with glee Then I was Young, my dream a song
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Awaken True love! Awaken!
Thine eyes doth remain
Soon clouding in blindness and vain
For it is she, you must seek to seize
Her love now walled with angered hurt
Awaken! I pray! Awaken!
For it is she who loved thee then
It is she who will love thee till life’s end
Her heart now poisoned by pain’s desert
Granted did thee take life’s bliss
Hardly awakening to realities kill
When? I prey did thou applaud
Her tireless task so kindly performed
Awaken! I prey! Awaken!
For her love unveils into the gash
Praise her, Love her, , ...