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15. LOVE OR HATE Love was not born alone, And hate... God was not born alone, And the Devil... Man was not born alone, And woman... A child was not born alone, And family... Sound was not born alone, And wave... Action was not born alone, And knowledge... Black was not born alone, And white... Skill was not born alone, And experience... Sin was not born alone, And merit... Poor was not born alone, And wealth... Water was not born alone, And fire... Steady was not born alone, And movement... By : Upul Kumarasinghe Silva

14. SILENCE When I could not find any listener When peace and calm crowned inner If I have no answer to a question I silently glanced at every corner It might waste my knowledge and skills It might know beginning to end of paths If I have to experience new things l quickly learn about myself and others I just might feel selfish and proud I just cannot belray my best friend If the anger burns with boiling blood I am careful even about a single word Where I need to rest after weariness Where I need to lie after any sickness If all the people started to speak, always I give the best answer by keeping silence By : Upul Kumarasinghe Silva

13. ISLANDER I am still in the tree-hut At midnight in the summer I lost my family members At the age of twelve I was born into the world As a hut-baby in the Jungle I lead my life on a path along As a warrior on an island The land belongs to a group Inhabited by my fore-father The name was not used by anyone Except me and my family The direction as a young man Could see nothing of mine I was alone with a thousand heads Again, I find the people in them There I had my own dreams Never seen any in the daytime There I drove my own journey Never driven by any person I was disappointed in my journey Never met any real guide I discovered many isolated heroes They have never written their stories yet The sun was arising from the East While I was travelling to the West When the sun sets from the West I loved being in the Eastern part There are still people living in the East Without any hope or happiness Still, I remember the tree-hut I lived with my family happily By : Upul Kumarasinghe Silva