Unveiling Secrets Between the Stacks: A Haunting Poem from the University of Kelaniya’s Old Library
Have you ever wondered what it feels like to lose a cherished sanctuary to the cold hands of progress? That familiar, cozy old library—the one that sheltered your nervous, fumbling first-year self—now stands empty, replaced by a slick, new version that lacks the soul of its predecessor. It’s funny how we rush to embrace what’s shiny and modern, yet our hearts cling desperately to the faded, timeworn places that cradled our growth. This poignant poem takes us on a wistful journey through nostalgia and bittersweet change, reminding us that love for the past doesn’t simply vanish with new walls and newer bookshelves. Sometimes, those old wings still call us back—tattered but tender, brimming with memories. Ready to dive into this delicate dance between old and new, memory and loss?
When I was just another first year
Scared, nervous and ignorant
I used to hide under your great wings
Where I found
Warmth and assurance
We were so intimate
My friends used to call me by your name
A sweet nickname
I still remember
But you were old
Old and unfashionable
They couldn’t change your
Old-fashioned ways
So they got rid of you
And
Built a new library
To which I now go
Since I have to read
But do you know
How much I still care
How many times did I visit you?
Now made empty
My eyes filled with tears
I hope, my old love, you feel
How much I still care…
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