Nature, immense thy heart at serving Equally, sharing light, wind and wisdom
So mature, that it awakes the paradise.
Oh! Shame on us, immature souls
So poor, shallow and grey, for being
Unease at diverseness and craving for division
Oh Don’t weep! thy newborns dwell in hell!
Thou hath given man the divine soul
And enlightens with harmony, in observe
But oh! man is trapped, in the fantasy of
Culture, class, race and religion
Of skin, the white and black, No of heart! The blood, hatred eyes, swords and sobs,
For holiness, texts, recites and prays
Of man, hath brought thee aching sobs?
Forgive! for Man hath forgotten forgiveness, Tolerance and trust, the heart of faith and purity
Oh immoral men! Where’s thy sanctity? Bid adieu for thy hollowness! and Embrace Love, the God, Paradise and Nibbana.
Gayathri Wickramathilake