AN OLD BEE

AN OLD BEE

Dawn at the Sun rise –a colourful gloomy break into day shines

Pink clouds in the light beams – sparkle the silver gleams
Crasy peeps of the beaks - fresh shrills of songs of the groves

Smells of fragrantia –  in the blossoms of fine carnations
Soaring of the breeze -  fresh air in the Garden

Flying bees in reel  creeping down - along the  flagrares of flowers

An "Old Carnation” a half drooped - and paled in a few days of the life

Foggy haze with wet mists - at the dawn of a new day
Refreshed the luster and the beauty - of the "Old Carnation",

Gloss and dainty of the flower –the most fine in the Garden

Vivid splashing of the colours  - spectrum in to  pink and reddish

Shined over moving in the space -  up above the high blue bright arc

An "Old Bee" slowly downed - alighted on the "Old Carnation” 

Settled on the comb in the calyx - of the whorl of petals
Crossed over the whorl of petals -scrubbed the stamens then pistils 
The gloss softly hands intrigued the feelings - famished of pollen and nectar   

With lyrical tones of humps - Sang with untrod lips

Having inspired the fanciful flower – fetched some pollen in hands

The flows of the mild winds  - wavering the flower up and down

Carnal desires burst - in the senses so wangled 
The "Old Carnation" - smiled and looked in wane

But so fancy and calm - and glee at the beauties glance 

Couldn’t hidden -  from the eyes of the "Old Bee"

The "Old Carnation” - muttered  in vague and hazy 

 In a rhythm of gloomy  tone – to the pretty "Old Bee" 
The  last one to depart - in the life of the "Old Carnation"

"In my young life in this paradise - I was the most fine blossom

The young bees come and gone - fond of to suck and gather nectar
Rubs the calyx and pistils - scrubs stamens in eager of pollen
With softly woolly fingers - immensely exciting emotive feelings 
Aroused the sensation in love - I hold stamina in my part
Have been in  a course - of a test of an ordeal
In genetic rites of their's - is that the Nature"

"After all that - they didn't come yet
They all gone and forsook - an delusions in forgone
Nor I would hope - would they never come?
Things have in bygone in past -  never they come in to life?
The present is daring at my feelings - in the stern remarks 
And memories in the - errant unworthy past"

“When you feel sorrow - in murky nights 

You can wander alone - through winds in the lonely sky
Through the gardens and parks - in delusive shady dark
Where posh blossoms - are still awakening for you

I live here on myself - an untrodden maid  

Have been formed and -fixed in to this bush
In flesh and bark - the plant feed me food and water

No way to fly as  a muse - amongst the most beauties

My pretty dearest  - wait for love at the last turn

Have  my last kiss - bend close your pleasing face

My dearest mummer -in lonely my dwell 

Will weakened in - in the glaring mid days

 End my life in wane - at a gloomy reddish Sun set”

The "Old Bee" felt-  in deeper sorrow 

His heart was crossed - by a shade of dark sad clouds
The "Old Bee" - in full of compassion 
Cuddled the sapped lips - of the 'Old Carnation"
And said in muddled mood - "goodbye", ... "goodbye".

Before, in a movement - he had about to leave
Sang a few lines of verses - few lines of the last cue 
On the truth of the sensation - be it called "Love and Compassion"

Murmured in amity- and  in low beat, "himself"

“Inborn my task to gather - nectar and pollen 
To fill in the wax cells - for my Bees Clan 
To live their lives for - breeding new generations

Inborn your task is to - bear and care
Pollen in the stamen - ovules in the pistils
To breed your genus - regeneration for ever

You are not as you think - a vamp or most muse to me"

"We Bees are in the process - the flora to regenerate

Only a rule of the Nature - it is not a love

Me no need myrrh, - no love, but apt in compassion

No right sooth truth for love-  in action for both of us

No fame in Nature-  we are to love jointly abide 

Implanted by Nature-  to help and act to be
You–we are all  - to  “reproduce”".   ...
*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *
Lapsed a couple of days - at a splendid chilly evening
when glooms of dark - were moving in down
The red Sun was hiding - in the far above horizon
The "Old Carnation" - ceasing the unworthy past
[She] Had been drooped -  and dead.
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DR. D. TENNAKOON

The women in our old order of the social systems are bound with the rites of religious believes and the rules of the women's social purity; They have no freedom to feather life with wings.  And their freedom is limited from flying in the blue skies, walking alone in the gardens of blossoms, and joy in streets and fancy centres at youngsters gatherings, and instead of all that, theirs social responsibility strictly marked to breed offspring and feed them until they are self-sustained. Live lonely life with in the walls of the dwells, even though they are seeing the free blue skies in days, and shining moon and the stars in nights. Conversely, men have no limitations in the personal relations, they can fly in the blue skies freely, and walk in gardens and along city centres, crossing the pubs; and do not bear the mind of freedom, no much responsibilities in the care of household affairs. But, they are busy with production and communal affairs in the clan, and in the settlement. The freedom of living with women even in temporary relations, or going for second living together was casually admitted by the social rules. But, women are not allowed for such societal relations, casual or accepted social norms..

"The flowers are the most sensitive to, lovely response, lyric voice and call, smooth touch and feelings.  The petals in calyx, stamens and pistils are the most sensitive parts and organs of the flowers, which tend to have and receive sensations like love and compassion.  The flora is sensitive to soft and friendly actions and movements of fauna.  The flower is an organ of reproductive of a plant, which is nervous, sensitive and responses to lovely and compassionate actions of fauna, specially to actions of human. The labour bees are not sensitive in relations with female bees in sex, so resist to feelings like love and sex, love and compassion and the so on.  The labour bees are worried of gathering nectar and pollen for making honey".

DR. DHARMADASA TENNAKOON

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I HAVE COVERED MY HIGHER EDUCATION IN SEVERAL FIELDS OF SOCIAL SCIENCES

*B.A. in Geography, [second class honours], University of Ceylon, 1972;
*Post Graduate Diploma in "Land Settlement and Development", University of Colombo, Sri Lanka, 1977;
*Field Certificate on "Jordan River Valley Development Project", University of Jordan,  Jordan, 1986;
* M.A. in Rural Social Development, University of Reading, U.K ,1987;
*Certificate of "Social Science Research Methodology", University of Peradeniya, Sri lanka, 1980;
*Ph.D. in Development Studies,  Deakin University, Australia, 1996;

I have published a book on " Dimensions of Rural Poverty In Sri Lanka", HARTI, Colombo, Sri Lanka, 2000.

At present, I am reading on several fields i.e., Freedom/Liberty, Profiles of Poverty among working class people, Folklore in Sri Lanka, Peace and Order, and Interlinks of Economic Development and Social Change in Developing Countries.

I expect comments of readers of my articles, your kind cooperation may improve the quality of my writing.

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