nimal dunuhinga Poems

A solitary Buzzard flew over my thatched roof
And I recalled the bygone days of her ripen harvest.
What I found in her readable eyes?
Only the odds and ends and what else?
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It was not an ordinary dawn
And the pregnant sky delivered
A feeble infant Sun painfully.
In a street corner the city of Los Angeles downtown
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I ride my ramshackle bicycle that has no seat to rest my skinny buttocks well.
This thorny road is not easy to go and I scared that anytime I get a tyre puncture or cut.
Along the road I found cemeteries and these dumb tombs never talk.
You could see only their dates of birth and burial and what else?
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Among the fire works in Orange County of California
Where I see the vast designs in the night sky at Disneyland.
I step down to Euclid street towards the Gas Station
That fuels me to run this oblique skeleton in the Zigzag race.
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I dreamed that I reached home after a long voyage
And I searched for my kids.
Then my wife said; ' They have gone on a holiday.'
I grumbled her to bring my children back.
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Charming night is still young
And the dark sky is getting old.
Virgin Moon roams around
Until the dawn comes.
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Oh! It's really amazed me and a surprise too.
My fellow poet friend Max.Reif visited me on the 23 rd of Nov.'07
Early in the morning.(Both of us wished a happy thanksgiving!)
We had coffee and few doughnuts in a small restaurant in Anaheim.
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I have seen the harvest what they have hardly reaped?
And came the ferocious wind then taken the grain away to a certain end.
The poor farmers cried aloud and nobody was heard.
Again they plow but who could fights against the invisible wind?
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Lovesome lad doesn't know really what he wants?
And his poor parents are worried.
They take him to all the specialists with great hardships
But the sickness not diagnosed yet.
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It's very hard to understand her dialects of the talking eyes
And the hidden dumb heart.
That really brings me confusion.
What she requests either love, sex and life or something else?
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