Fresh and naive in early twenties Facing a challenge with a piece of chalk Bright and naughty set with mischief Staring with pens, among talk Survived days hearing singing in hush Attacking my dark skin and youth I thought Sense of love filled my heart when results brought smiles to Bright young hearts! Decades passed with climbing Many to be elevated to world stage, Reaching top of Himalayas cum researching on essentials range, Reading papers at international slot On flies and flora with climate change, Stethoscope feeling the infants and lot With love and care to patients all same One make songs and humming while steth hanging around the neck, Another producing films while treating white skin to reduce the stress. Many a specialist, drawing crowds Queueing around the desk One with a melodious voice on tele FM The brat who was drumming on the class desk One expert on the thirty two set Grabbed a high slot in Diyawanna shed. Another managed to gain true votes Yet his failures exceeded success Many who engaged in business Built sky scrapers to impress Few stuck to the uniform Adding badges to decorate chest While many spread their knowledge To kids to do their very best Others inherited wealth Thanks to the genes, working their best! A rare kid excelled in shooting Gaining the trophy for BEST Another borrowed my scrappy notes To excel in tuition set Many digged the soil in Pera One is gem on soil as a crest Another with my signature stamp A renown Agro in the West! Few kept the ledgers up to date Who didn't care how flora fed! Some chose to prick the patient To a brief sleep and wake up sans stress, Another write drug lists when needed While travelling and describing with zest, One flown to deep South West Keeping my subject text Another chose a botanist lass To fly to the past which gave him best, My fair monitor in the seventies Still monitors me in his motor, Bless, A baker in my neighbourhood Keep vigil on me, ensuring inside the nest Many caught beauties to travel the rest Adding dollars, sterling, yen to fill the emptying chest Many a lad earned rupees making Lanka best Few has left already wetting cheeks of us rest What ever you are now my dear lads Entrepreneur, ruler or anyone else You are my assets gaining interest at the highest rate, Make my old life, to get less stress Still to me you are brats, who tried tricks, those days Sons inherited sans umbilical break! Love you all same with full of BLESS