tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215133170162127391.post8543194759583710835..comments2024-03-02T08:42:02.513-05:00Comments on පරිවර්තන....Parivarthana: වනපෙත මැදින් වැටුණු මඟනිලූක කදුරුගමුවhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450573943279382061noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215133170162127391.post-16681126869366693362015-12-20T13:19:46.435-05:002015-12-20T13:19:46.435-05:00Thank you very much for taking time to read.
Thank you very much for taking time to read.<br />නිලූක කදුරුගමුවhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10450573943279382061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215133170162127391.post-27059073431346052482015-12-18T22:51:58.648-05:002015-12-18T22:51:58.648-05:00Great presentation and translation,really apprecia...Great presentation and translation,really appreciating thisAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17612505128505340746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215133170162127391.post-25494428250620131542015-11-01T13:22:15.921-05:002015-11-01T13:22:15.921-05:00Superb and very touching. Thank you.
Superb and very touching. Thank you.<br />නිලූක කදුරුගමුවhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10450573943279382061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215133170162127391.post-24028550781403511692015-11-01T10:11:11.471-05:002015-11-01T10:11:11.471-05:00මට මතක් වුනා විල්පත්තුව හරහා පාරක් හදන්න යන හැටි මට මතක් වුනා විල්පත්තුව හරහා පාරක් හදන්න යන හැටි ඉවාන් පවුලූශාhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02806103855542330985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215133170162127391.post-26688435919829542732015-11-01T06:47:07.483-05:002015-11-01T06:47:07.483-05:00My boy Jack
"Have you news of my boy Jack?&q...My boy Jack<br /><br />"Have you news of my boy Jack?" <br />Not this tide. <br />"When d'you think that he'll come back?" <br />Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. <br />"Has any one else had word of him?" <br />Not this tide. <br />For what is sunk will hardly swim, <br />Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. <br /><br />"Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?" <br />None this tide, <br />Nor any tide, <br />Except he did not shame his kind - <br />Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide. <br />Then hold your head up all the more, <br />This tide, <br />And every tide; <br />Because he was the son you bore, <br />And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br />Transylvaniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00055725769656840126noreply@blogger.com