To Meena with Love

By Sunil Ranasinghe

Meena, you are the swallow
Fighting against the huge storm
Stood up twisting sea surge.

Meena, you are the eagle
Clash on thunder and clouds
Falling water stream in monsoon.

Meena you are the phoenix
Rising on rivulets of blood
From ashes on my burnt children

Meena you are the weaver bird
Weaving a nest between borders
Brought staff from four directions

Meena, you are the sparrow
Embarrassing beloved on dawn
Maturing Sun among the spike

Meena you are the honey bird
Bringing sweet berry for grownup
Weeping in nest with empty bellies

Meena you are the pigeon
Flying free on Afghan soil
Takes olive leaves for peace

Meena you are the fire bird
Resists against the injustice
To bring freedom for people

© Sunil Ranasinghe