nimal dunuhinga Poems
|181.||This Glass Door Is Remain Unlocked at All!||8/3/2011|
|182.||This Cradlesong perhaps that keeps you awake||4/12/2011|
|183.||This Bus Carries Only Two Souls To Two Destinations!||6/16/2011|
|184.||They killed Mata Hari||9/22/2010|
|185.||They drowned in the milky way||8/26/2006|
|186.||They build Citadels of skeletons on debris||9/29/2009|
|187.||There it goes the express yellow School bus||2/10/2009|
|188.||There he goes to the Kindergarten||6/24/2008|
|189.||There cries a single pebble||7/2/2008|
|190.||Their warm cage still stands||1/25/2008|
|191.||Their nets of hope are empty||3/9/2009|
|192.||The youth bus crawls along the same old mountain road||9/18/2008|
|193.||The worthless stuff||11/16/2012|
|194.||The wintry alarm echoed||11/23/2006|
|195.||The Window Washers||7/12/2012|
|197.||The Width of Wind||12/2/2007|
|198.||The White Blacksmith; Rusty Bolts & Nuts||9/13/2010|
|199.||The warmth inside a cold pyre||11/17/2007|
|200.||The virtuous fertilizer||10/23/2008|
My rare pet dog
His name is 'Marco' a crossed german shepherd.
I have only two daughters and I loved this rare creature
as my obedient son.
Marco understands everything except talking.
When my daughters go to school
he goes with them to the bus stop
and wait there until a bus comes.
Then come back home and wags his tail
saying they are gone safely.