Fruits of Life - By Miracle Gunarathna

Written By: Miracle Gunarathna

Category: Poetry, Essay

Competition: Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026

Miracle Gunarathna, a participant in the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026, brings us a collection of poems titled "Fruits of Life." This body of work delves into themes of life, wealth, inner virtues, and the human condition. Each piece resonates with a different aspect of existence, from the simplicity of nature to the complexity of human emotions. The collection reminds us of life's multifaceted nature and the importance of heart over material wealth.

About the Work

"Fruits of Life" by Miracle Gunarathna is a poetic exploration of life's essential virtues juxtaposed against worldly wealth. The poems convey a deep sense of empathy, moral reflection, and the beauty of nature. With vivid imagery and a contemplative tone, the work invites readers to reflect on their own lives and the silent narratives that connect us all. The language is rich and evocative, aiming to touch the heart and stir the soul.

Fruits of Life, Be rich in heart not in wealth,The singer, Day dreaming, The meadow,The gleam of light,WELCOME, Did you see?, A secret language

Original Submission by Miracle Gunarathna

Miracle Gunarathne- Kalakar Writing competition: Poems and compositions

Poems

LIFE

1. The Fruits of life

Joy, the tale, the continuing light,

Peace, the world, the mind without fight,

Kindness, the gift you can share with much more, Righteousness, the good way, the right way to go.

Gentleness, the mild, tender way to ponder, Faithfulness, the trust you have without wonder, Self-control, the ruler you have in yourself

And supports to plant it in another human self.

Yet love, the bond, the way to life,

Combined with all the fruits divine.

Safe, gentle , connected to survive,

Never ever to be changed or to make anyone collide!

2. Be rich in heart, Not in wealth.

Stacking up piles of money,

Even when it’s hard to save. Though they think that it’s the power, They don’t know that they’re a slave.

Caves of greed are their minds, Selfish, cunning thoughts abstract. Poor people don’t have to worry, For they’re better in soul infact.

Cold stares and bitter hearts, Shrinking life to the end.

Nothing good, nothing’s left, Not even a dear old friend.

Horse races, a pack of cards, This is where they tear apart, Money! Money! But not a penny, Do they share with such a many.

OH! Foolish people don’t you know?

That you will not endeavour.

Don’t be so greedy or so keen,

For life is not forever

3.The Singer

Stories do, we each have,

Either it’s a

Sad one,

Or either one so glad.

Solemn trust which

Failed your faith,

Potential fate of yours

That became their bate.

Doubts do we all have,

Life does it sting.

Shocks the fusions,

It fills us within.

All those miseries,

Sorrow and the weeping,

They make your songs,

Each titled with you sad greetings.

In the other hand,

Your glee and joy,

The memories, cheers,

You had deployed.

The greatest of hours seeked, Or fractions of seconds peaked, At least a bit of humour that did, Last to bring joy to a streak.

Thus, you are a singer

A singer of fate,

Life maybe difficult,

It maybe great.

Yet you are the singer,

The artist of truthfulness,

The backside of your story,

Which reflects at least your past, present or future. FICTION

4. Day Dreaming!

It was boring in the classroom,

Nothing to do at all,

The teacher was just teaching

About the china wall.

I just looked at my friend,

Who didn’t even care,

That her nose began to grow,

Like a juicy pear!

I kicked my friend’s chair,

To warn her about the change,

But the chair began to walk,

And took her in a range.

I raised my hand to tell,

What had happened to my friend.

But the teacher began to leap

And croak with no end.

I looked at my classroom, It changed colour at once!

The chairs were walking,

When the tables danced and pranced.

I didn’t know what to do?

Neither did my brain,

I screamed and yelled in a high pitch,

While tears falling like rain.

Alas! The teacher shouted,

“What’s happening over there?”

Then did I noticed,

I had day dreamed with a scare!

NATURE

5. The Meadow

The meadow next to the brook, The beauties which it took, Makes life all so nice,

Bringing many warm delights. The crimson flowers,

Coloured so pretty,

So vibrant, so contractile.

But most the life,

Is seen in the spring,

When flowers tingle,

And dew drops cling.

And in the day so fresh and hue, In the night so slender anew.

When stars shine at night, Up in the meadow beloved, Its beauty is seen,

And is in vibrant colours.

The meadow, the meadow,

With scenic surprises,

The place meant for warming hearts,

And for fading all the sadness.

6.THE GLEAM OF LIGHT

Out through, the slender trees,

Breaks out a milky, solemn glow,

Mediating the night sky,

Together with all the stars comply.

The moon it is!

The gleam of light,

The shape-shifting, magnificent,

Wanting me to wander, wanting me plight…

Sun to you, dear moon compared.

The fiery ruler, monumental not dared!

Dependent aren’t you, to that mighty emperor? Kinking off you, yet you are an adorer.

Just, imagine the sky without you at night, This does happen once in a while.

You are the kind of gleaming ruler,

A ruler who brings us light when the mighty tucks in at night,

Gazing at you, for peace do I,

One day another form,

Making me thinking,

Why?

So, dear moon, the GLEAM of light,

The one who’s small, yet more do you hold,

A rhythm, a phase, an unrealistic grace,

Looking at your gleam had made me want to confess, That you are a ruler, a gleaming ruler,

Who holds more than it is seems!

CONFLICT

7.WELCOME

“You are always WELCOME”, Were his last words,

“WELCOME to my heart”,

“WELCOME to my being”,

Death and conflict did he meet, Welcoming others into his life, Nothing to spare nothing to strive.

He did what he felt was right, Yet was he right? What do you think? He had so much to say,

So much did he hide.

He left this world with so much concealed, He made others to joyfully leave, Yet HE? Got nothing like a slave, Just served, not received.

WELCOME he always did say,

WELCOME to my home,

He served and did may,

Helped the poor ,poor in heart and soul Yet he was poorer inside and all.

WELCOME, he always said,

WELCOME Oh WELCOME,

So did they come,

But left him, scraped him,

Like crows did .

For at last he still said,

WELCOME,

For he had compassion,

Despite the deceit,

For he was always wide and open,

No matter the sacrifices in vain,

The suffering, the pain,

He said WELCOME, for not his heart was cold!

8.DID YOU SEE?

She collapsed,

Onto her knees,

With her shaky legs,

She could not stand.

“Where is my son did you see?” She was anxious, anxious but keen. “Madam, I’m sorry to say, but he is long gone indeed”

Her wrinkled hands with friction to the most,

One holding her chest and crumbling her scarf,

Another on the dusty floor,

Sliding on and slowly drifting.

This stab is too hard for her to hold,

The tears of pain , bitter and so brutal

That began to roll down her dimpled cheeks,

Dropped on the floor one by one.

“Why?” she cried,

There she cried out loud with all her pain, For she had hope for the past few days, With no response from her dear son, She knew that there was something wrong.

She was now lying with her head so low, Beneath the wrinkled rug ,

Wrinkled and so crushed,

Just like her dear face and heart.

The only reason for her to live,

No matter the losses,

Continuous and true,

She held strong till her duty was due, For her only son, now lost with no clue.

“How? Why? What? When?”,

That’s all what came out of her pale lips, Pale like ivory, as she spoke,

Her breath so thin and narrow.

“ Last night, madam, he lost his life,

He was shot by the enemy,

Unfortunately, we couldn’t save him , For he had been found late today”

“ Can I at least see him?”

She asked from the man in green,

The man with a solid stare,

Whose heart was melted by this mother’s scream.

They went,

She saw,

Her son wrapped in white,

Unfolded it,

Saw him,

And burst out in pain through the light.

“My son, My life, My all and all”

“ My dear, My wealth, My sincere,”

She stopped at once,

For she kissed him once more and said, “ I might have lost you my dear,

But you’ve done your part for your people,

I must not cry,

I must not indeed,

For you are a hero, a saviour of many, This is my sacrifice to you my land, This is the song of a mother,

Who gave her son for mother of another”

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Compositions

9.A secret language

Language, as we all know is really important for the continuation of life. Communication, relationships, economy , education and many more depend directly or indirectly on language. English, French, German, Chinese are some examples for these kinds of languages but do you know that there is another language which doesn’t have to be spoken? It is , “A SMILE”.

A smile? Yes, a smile is a true and decent language which mostly supports the healthy and beautiful life. You feel broken and you are smiled at early in the morning. Those curvy lips of your mother, friend or even a stranger might just be what you need to make you feel better. Smiling is something that makes oneself and another feel the sense of love and care. A smile infact is probably the first language we speak. Just think, a baby who cannot speak, begins to smile instead. This expresses that she or he is happy right? Therefore a smile is not only a simple explanation but a true language. It must be practiced, it must be done and it must be expressed by us all.

About the Competition

The Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026, hosted by Hashtag Kalakar, is a prestigious event celebrating literary excellence. It serves as a platform for writers around the world to showcase their creativity and express their unique voices. The competition encompasses various genres, including poetry, essays, and short stories, fostering a global community of passionate writers and readers.

We extend our gratitude to Miracle Gunarathna for sharing "Fruits of Life" in the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026. Your work beautifully encapsulates the essence of the human experience, reminding us of the importance of inner wealth. Thank you for contributing to this vibrant literary community.

About Hashtag Kalakar

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