MY VILLAGE

The village, the temple, the lake and the dagoba are adorned

Our lovely village is in good shape and comforting

 In the street where me have played since childhood

Thoughts fly slowly


Amidst the breeze blowing during the Vesak season

Our happiness rippled in the sky above 

In the blue air as the kite floated 

And we ran into the bund of the lake


It rains during both Yala and Maha seasons

I saw the richness of the blue crop in my eyes

Farming is heavy with fruits

The light is bright in our beautiful village


Sil smells on Poya day in the village

Waskala is approaching

Listening to the roaring Seth Pirith

May my village be protected with the help of Tunsarana

πŸŒΎπŸŒ΄πŸŒ½πŸˆπŸ€πŸ‰πŸŒΌπŸŒΊπŸ…πŸ„πŸŒΉπŸπŸ‹πŸπŸ‚πŸ€πŸ“πŸŒ΄πŸŒ±πŸŒ»πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™




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