Tuesday, 5 August 2014


Every rose in bloom has its thorn
For every right there will be wrong
As silence acquiescence there's blaring scorn
Those born to life in time will be worn

In laughter's glory sad tears roam
For every pleasure there's pain forlorn
As rays of sunshine there'll be black storms
For all life's joy there's sadness to mourn

Where there's victory there's certain defeat
Beneath feats of honour disgrace does sleep
On every truth grim lies silently feast
For all life's hopes are oft slain by grief

For every rainbow will surely fade
In vast blue skies dark clouds are made
Behind sweet summer harsh winters do chase
In true love's bliss there looms bitter hate

© Kamalika Jayathilaka 2014