For Mr. Shantha Herath (Faculty of Business Studies and Finance, Wayamba University)
“A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.”
A Chinese Proverb
Rummaging through,
A file of old lecture-notes,
I came across it – a printout,
Of a front-page,
Of an assignment.
A flowery border,
Fencing a rainbow text.
A request, a rebuke, and resentment!
A smile, a signature and love!
The printout evoked memories,
As indelible as stone inscriptions,
As deep as life.
One day, I know, it’ll fade away
Into nothingness.
But not his kindness.
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