The Little Rose

Mallika M Bandara

(19.06.2007)

How precious was it to waiting for that day?

How wonderful that is to think again and again!

How am I rich and worthy to be honored?

At the moment I see your face

I hold you on my arms like a diadem

Like a garland of pink rose buds–

I felt that I’ve been enthroned!

When, I went through the dusty desert

Fighting with the winds

That were blowing against my way

Struggling to run away from the eminent fate

Cannot measure cannot estimate

The pain and the tiredness

But I was running

How I’ve defeated by my opponents

I tried every fall to get up

and stand up on my foot

that‘s for your sake.

I forgave and forgot my enemies’for your sake.

Though it is so hard, so harsh

though I’ve made-up my mind

 to live and to smile ‘cos for your sake

How can I cry at the tenderness of your eyes?

How can I be rude, merciless before your lovely face?

I couldn’t see the disparity between heaven and hell

You are my only one hope and crowned will

You’ve been my strong shield.

You’ve been my little star.

Way through the darken valley of death,

You are the only brighter shining hope

I’ve anchored your precious smile

To never die myself and to never leave you

When I’m crying, when I’m sighing,

sobbing for peace of heart

You’ve been my comfor,

Like a stronghold

You are the leading star and my little angel.

You led me to a wonderland.

Only you, yes, my little son,

Only you who reasoned my pain.

When you wiped away my tears

Your little fingers were softer and cooler

 than anything in this world.

Your tender cheek touched,

not only my cheek and also,

the inner depth of my heart and my soul. 

(celebration of the birthday of my eldest son - 2007).