Shantha Teldeniya

I Miss You, My Darling, Don't Let Covid Spread .

I miss you, my darling, Don't let Covid spread.


I miss you, my darling 
When I sit on the fave bench.
No one sits beside me. 
The covid makes distance.


Trees covering flowers smile. 
No fragrance disperse around.
When I sat on the fave bench,
Yours scent grasps me, soul.


Tears shed by moaning larks.
No, songs, no chat, no dance.
How consoling poor birds hearts?
Tell me, why are they not tearing?

Fear springs in my suffering heart.
Covid catches the world so hard.
Whether you be a victim or not?
Helpless tears wet my face mask.


When you met me last day-night,
I saw my face in your lovely eyes. 
Until I said, Darling, Good Night. 
Why not answer my grieving soul.


Let covid to stop our routine life?
Don't let viruses spread and fight.
Wear face masks with cleaning hands. 
We will sit tomorrow on the fave bench.


Shantha Teldeniya


  • Lorna

    Beautiful fear for a loved one....

  • Dove


  • Tissa Jayawardana

    ප්‍රතිභාප්‍රර්ණබව කියන්නෙ මෙන්න මේකට....හිත පෑරෙන නිර්මාණයක්...හරිම සංවේදියි.

    • Shantha Teldeniya

      Thank you Tissa. Your words encourage me.

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