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Where birdsong beckon a new day's dawn

And faint naked footsteps stain unkempt floors

When old pots rattle and tea mugs are poured

Dust laden windows but languidly yawn

Where sweet sticky rice and jaggery tastes divine

Bananas overripe entice passing flies

A cacophony of stories and laughter combine

With more sips of tea over the Sunday Times

Where grey clouds cry their rain heavy eyes

And monsoon's flames light the bellowing skies

Where mute birds wait in the jasmine vines

As dark miry waters down tired hills decline

Hissing oil in pans and smoke fired eyes

Ants in the treacle and treats stacked in piles

Love served with smiles and awakened old ties

It's where my heart lies this sweet home of mine


© Kamalika Jayathilaka 2014