From the Land of 'Ayubowan'
Staying Grounded
They always said, fly high,
The sky is your only limit.
Break free of bounds,
Take off from the ground.
Slowly, I spread my wings,
Swaying gently with the winds,
Pushed and pulled by unseen forces,
Escaping valleys, crossing gorges.
I gazed upon the ocean wide,
Like the timeless kites of Ceylon in flight.
Longing to soar ever higher,
Yet fearing the pull that drags one lower.
I saw...
Joy and sorrow,
Success and failure,
Love and loneliness,
Friendship and betrayal.
Youth and old age,
Freedom and responsibility,
Celebration and poverty,
Cities of chaos, villages of wisdom.
Fragrance and fumes,
Black and white,
Rainbows blooming, ruins fading—
The world, a canvas of contrasts.
Searching for harmony,
I found only differences.
I saw the crows and the koel,
So alike, yet never the same.
I saw day and night
Sharing the same horizon.
I flew further still, chasing purpose—
But alas, only upon landing
Did I awaken to truth:
In the end, we all return to the same ground,
Merging into the same soil.
That day, no tantrums, no turmoil remain—
Only sorrow, and tear-filled eyes.
And then, once more,
A new kite will rise,
Soaring freely,
Across the boundless Ceylon sky.
