nimal dunuhinga Poems

If I could be a miniature painting in the gloomy sky above the evening star?
Through the dusk that scene you may watch from your halcyon cottage.
Then definitely you will shout 'Hey! There is a new star in the constellation'.
And all of your family members come out and see that without blinking.
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Who knows if the brake is applicable or not along this greasy zigzag road where he drives his tumbledown car?
The color blind pedestrians carry heavy bundles of hopes and they cross here and there without an aim.
The poor driver too doesn't know his destination well
But he has a fair knowledge from where the bright Sun rises and sets mysteriously?
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Hey! My little Grandson it's very happy to hear that you have already started pre-schooling.
I am sure you wake up early in the morning like a fragrant flower before the Sunrise, then you'll be my brave son!
There are twentysix letters in the English alphabet if I am not mistaken
And that would be great if you could invent another letter at least as there are lot more to write about the mysterious life.
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What's that heavy burden lies on his troubled head?
The featherweight innocent; How long does he carries that much?
Dear Champion brother! Relax yourself and please do not punch him harder,
As his fragile skeleton would be scattered.
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In this sweatshop our tears are not valued
As it's not shinning well.
Though it tastes salty,
Not exactly salt.
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A very happy Birth day to you son and be a good-smart boy like 'Sanath' [not the actor; The world famous cricketer].
Hope you become a real man soon and change the World for better prospects.
No son! Please stay aside and remain as a child forever because the cruel society is precarious.
Your mad grandpa lost his job and still scribbles with a hullabaloo
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