nimal dunuhinga Poems

A man dies, yes he is dying.
He lived like a dead man.
Nobody knew about his whereabouts.
My dear English professor,
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When a bee flies from a flower to another flower
collecting pollen,
I can feel the flower's depression.
But she never says; 'leave me alone'
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He runs around the campus premises
All of his life, but the gate were closed all the time.
The wall is too high though he tries to jump
And the sentry is very rough inquires the documents.
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' I must apologize for my previous mistakes and also I must grateful to you all my dear citizens re-electing me to this great opportunity.
This time I promise to fulfill your dreams without any failure,
Believe me I am your old friend with a different costume.'
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I have a crochet-thread big roll lengthy and unbreakable
And this bamboo skeleton wrapped with an oil paper.
In the drizzle of gloomy hope,
My dreamlike delicate kite
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My English teacher said; ' A sentence should start with a capital letter.'
I opposed and she detained me out of the class.
One day I sent her a letter; My dearest Love
'L' with capital.
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She is still smart in her forties and lives in her manor childless.
The land, poultry, vineyard and the whole wealth,
She holds from her deceased husband.
The old parents and the servants lived together.
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This does not belongs to a King or a Superior.
An innumerable mass grave.
The inhumane just pretend as immaculate
those wolves who brought these innocents
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I do only a cry
in the lower pitch.
But the Violin
the greatest of all.
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He has already reached and stopped at his mental age.
She is passing at his cottage in her menopause.
But they are still fresh lovers.
He likes a huge leafless tree who desperately looking for rain.
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