Kissing the feet
Of umpteen lovers
Listening to whispers
Of everlasting love.

It is the magic
Of the purple plains
Which made them
Insane
And bare their souls .

Do not be jealous
Of such closeness.
It is only
A mirage
Woven by man .

You are lucky ,
My Binara blossom
Swaying alone
In a world of beauty ,
Until your breath
Leaves you in a song ,

                               From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse ,Colombo