Memory
The Mountain of Sandalwood
Has never been
changed
In the past, present
and forth
She stands still,
sound & firm
Once I was playing
as a child
Under the trees and
the fields
In the beautiful hamlet
beneath
I’ve so amazed as a
teen
The fountain of
thoughts
are flowing from my
heart
Like this mountain
so brave
Can’t I stand at the
feet of?
my loving mother’s
grave?
We were born and
grown
and lived in our comfort zone
never did we
remember that
Should we apart very soon?
The mountain of
sandalwood
Shall I say ‘Good
bye!’
Mallika
Bandara
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