Her Cries
A bride who should be with a pride
Is murdered by her children; she cried
They not know; can't have the cold breeze
Where it is free of trees
Her tears, the long flowing rivers
She cries with sorrow, pain and shiver
Her attempts, the tall mountains
All faded human hearts, as a water fountain
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Methmi Mandara
Hi! I am Methmi Mandara. I am a Sri Lankan girl who loves English Literature. Got Primary education at Sujatha Vidyalaya, Nugegoda and currently (2021) studying at Gothami Balika Vidyalaya, Colombo 10. I hope you will enjoy reading my poems! Contact me- Email - [email protected] Instagram - methmi_mandara Twitter - Methmi Mandara
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