If It Snowed in Colombo

town hall

What we, here in Sri Lanka, will never know
Or see, or feel, and still dream of,

During Christmas time, forgetting
We have beautiful sunrises and sunsets

And days that beautify your world,
With blooming hibiscuses and carnations,

And still we dream of falling snow, the little crystals,
That fall just to cover the chimneys,

The conifers, the carpets and the open road,
To make our little capital city,

And that little Town Hall building,
Decorated in pristine white,

When perhaps citizens of Colombo
Will congregate holding aloft witty placards,

Demanding a name change,
To a snowy Casablanca.

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