Dadakiri Appa

The evening shadows gather,Darkness spreads across the land.The branches of the ancient banyan sway,As winds from the kamathasWhirl around the quiet village. “Dadakiri Appa,Dadakiri Appa…” I lost track of time in idle talk,Not knowing dusk had come.Now my baby cries at home—I run with hasteTo soothe the little one’s tears. “Dadakiri Appa,Dadakiri Appa…” My heart…

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My homeland (Sathan sethbima)

My homeland—sole cradle where every being is free,a land of merit, shining with the Three Sinhales.The Sinhalese have walked this earth for countless ages,guardians of a sacred trust a million years deep.From this holy soil arose the Dhamma’s gentle light,bringing peace to the world, scattering the darkness.The blood within me beats with love for this…

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