nimal dunuhinga Poems

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91.
The Threehundredth Milestone Of The Poetry Gravel Road

I am tired but I like to continue.
My posture is feeble
but I want to finish the journey
walking up to the dead end?
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92.
Residue

The wayfarer you must be tired now.
Here the inn to get a rest for a while.
Don't be scared, on your wearisome journey
there is no any weighbridge to weigh
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93.
A Peasant And A Pince-Nez Noblewoman

Like a prima Donna in an opera she comes to the harvest festival
The farmers and their families were gathered.
He holds a festoon in fervour which will be offered her at the Commemoration and he thinks this opportunity as a heyday!
Will this willowy idol recognize him among the crowd?
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94.
Trance Of Romance

A sapling in a severe drought
what she needs is moisture to survive?
The Ogre shows a goodwill and who crawls
to the scenario for the redress.
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There are certain people those who say that side also good
While the boat overturns.
The whole world capsized in the void space
Make wars, but not casualty departments?
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96.
Trance

A bookworm in a boulevard tramples with boredom
Who stops at every library?
His topics always in classics and the half of his life
Who turned the pages of massive books?
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97.
A Neigh In The Western Sky

Threesome was in tie-break from time to time.
You see a slight difference otherwise it's very hard to choose the beauteous.
The triangular trendsetters treble the song of life.
The magical gypsy sisters, triplets on their way home with Nick-knacks.
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98.
The Nagging Of My Cryptic Pillow

I couldn't sleep these days and I heard the whispering inside my pillow.
The feathers cried; ' You rest all the time but we stuck here permanently Sir, Our featherhead Boss! Don't you feel about the liberty?
We too like to fly in the serene sky and please let us come out of this thick pillow case.
We want the true freedom!
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99.
A Cowboy On A Wooden Horse

I dreamed in the Mexican desert, I drove cattle on my grand son's wooden horse.
The Marshall caught me at the border.
I said, ' I am Lone Ranger.'
Then he gave me his horse and some forged documents to cross the border.
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100.
The Express Train Of My Shattered Thoughts

Without hooting and signals this wonderful train goes out of the track
And it seems searching the homeland,
I see a ragged stationmaster holds a rusty red lantern very blurred, who wants to stop me at a far end?
The station called ' The death beyond the Mystery.'
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