At the crematorium - Duru's funeral, Borella, Sri Lanka.

Sunset and evening star
   And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
   When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
   Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
   Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
   And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
   When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
   The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
   When I have crossed the bar.

Crossing the bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Buddhika, Thilak, Geri,  Abeywickrema.

Rudra and Roshi

Thilak and Rudra

Buddhika, Thilak and Rudra

Geri, Roshi and Rudra

Chandra and Geri

Nihal

The crematorium