nimal dunuhinga Poems

A train of black Ants like a pilgrimage,
While they are going never miss to talk each other.
Where are they going?
It's a puzzle for me.
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He tries to collect the hidden picture in the smudged pad.
Oh! A wearied person dipped in a bottle of ink and he attempted to commit suicide by drowning,
But the bottle is empty.
Then he tries again to behead himself by his old rusty nib.
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My voice hasn't reached you
I understand as we are too close.
Once we departed that echoes
If you feel alone and friendless.
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'Yes, your qualifications are more than enough,
But you have skipped purposely the mandatory question.
What is your religion? '
He said; 'Humanism'
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One dark evening
I met a bare-footed little girl
Who carries a ragged doll
Along a narrow cobbled street.
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Here I have come again by the order
And I see a lot out of work.
I am so sorry and I would like to help you
As much as I can.
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They cannot speak and write too.
But their expressions a very simple request
And it's not exceeds in your fraud meter.
Boss!
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He writes day & night
And erase sometimes.
Then writes again.
He drinks a lot and stops
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Read all your books well in day light
And when night falls
Get ready to the bed of Roses.
You may have pleasant dreams
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Youth is stronger than a wicked King.
Do you remember the days of our fragrant spring?
Whenever you want the colorful rainbow
I brought from the serene sky as a wow.
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