Our Sweet Past

This poem was not written by me and it was written by one of my best friends. I got it from her as a gift. I decided to add it to my blog because it is one of my favorites. I really love this poem and enjoy by reading it as it is reminds me my sweet friend and our sweet past memories.

To Dear Yasasi,

I’m not a poet,
Nor a composer nor a sonneteer
Though I was one of them,
No ease in including-
Our friendship in words.

Sometimes what we did
And talked were crazy.
But we got joy from them.
We always enjoyed working together
You were the most trustworthy
Friend I found ever.

We saw the difference-
Between a chocolate and sigiriya.
How many times we sighed together
We admired what Wordsworth thought.
Form year seven towards,
How much cricket affected our lives.
Don’t forget the battle between-
King Rawana the great and king Kashyapa.
My precious things under your care.
We protect what our lives spare.

Sometimes life is a breeze
Often it is a wind
Perhaps it can be a strome
Don’t get involved in hurricanes

In bliss in tears- in troublesome fears
My dear fellow – I remind you
In ruins in sighs – whenever with Sinhalese
I wish you never – forget me, forever.

In wind in water- in blue or green
Our friendship – will exists
As in Robin Hood – or in Clarke Kent
As it lived – in our sweet past.

From – Your ever loving friend
Pramuditha