nimal dunuhinga Poems

A man reads an old paper sitting on a bench in an isolated park.
A wearisome whisper of a female!
'Brother any interesting news in the paper today and do they still in a search of me? '
'Where are you? ' Man asked.
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Unionist, the man in his fifties and near by sixty
loose heart, loose oneself, loose one's way
and finally loose his weight.
He walks lop-eared, lopsided
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She appeared only once
in my gloomy dreams.
Like an actress in a movie
with a singsong
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My flowers are not scented
and the strong odor butterflies don't like.
That's why I think they flew away.
My fruits are not ripen
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How beautiful was she?
with cheap ornaments.
Wandering from place to place
and no fixed residence.
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Beloved! you are far beyond my vicinity.
If a rich country makes the longest bridge
hopefully it should be between you and me.
You are very close to me
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He became a ghost after he died
and goes to the every president
like a Santa Claus and he keeps a gift
at their door steps.
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Both of you disturb my precious sleep,
scurrying and screeching.
You have no pity for my beloved! ?
She scrubbed the whole day
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I want to hide leaving all the burdens.
Which is penetrates me day & night.
Why this unusual wake up early in the morning?
And I fight with the life for nothing.
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With the ink of blood
he scribbles on a scratch paper in the midnight
to move the mountains.
A penniless, wealthier in heart
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