Ang iba galit sa mga paasa,
pero minsan din ay naaiingit ako sa kanila,
kasi masasabi ko meron din namang panahon na naging masaya sila
sa pag-asa na pwede pa,
kesa sa nagsisimula palang
pero ayun, binara na.

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