nimal dunuhinga Poems

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591.
An Adult And An Unforgettable Summer

Gentle wind blows
And weak leaves fall
Autumn peeps overall.
He gazed at a far away kite
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592.
Bitter End

The gravedigger's little daughter reads a passage from a loose-leaf book sitting on a broken tomb
While her father digs a grave for a pauper.
'The cunning fox tells
That grape is bitter on the hills.'
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593.
Storms, Fishermen And Boats

[Son! Do not sail mischievously, boat goes to Dragon's mouth and very few knows about truth.] -Mahagama Sekara- (A Sri Lankan celebrated poet)

Fathomless Ocean
Struggling fishermen
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594.
The Poppy-Like Fragrant Children In Afghanistan

They like to play like the other children of the World.
But no way, their playgrounds a rage battlefield.
Even if it's a ball nobody kicks as it could be a bomb.
Their dark faces full of hopes
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595.
The Playground

For decades, it was a playground and now a pauper's graveyard.
A politician suggests to make it a playground again.
I try to collect the names of champions
But no tombs and I hear some whispers;
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596.
Similarities

Early in the morning today my grandson inquires a strange thing over the telephone,
'Good morning grandpa, could you please tell me four similar words that related to the meaning of decaying and this is my teacher's question.'
'Good morning Sonny! Take a pencil stub and write down dear,
Rats, Termites, Parasites and Relatives.
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597.
It's An Unsolvable Request

Touch my wounded heart with your medicinal finger tips pal.
And I understand that you are belong to another tender soul.
But let her realize that we are not rivals and ruin her nest
Just simply contemporary friends of the Love arena.
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598.
The Three Bad Fools

Every fortnight report shows
Wisdom is the last in the class.
One day the English Teacher asked pupils to write an Essay
using the word 'fool'.
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599.
Narrow Streets But Join The Roads

I was really frustrated about the last night's incident,
Dear brother, your helpless car stopped here to fuel the tank.
I understand you have to drive further.
But your wallet wasn't sound as same as my poor pocket.
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600.
A Young Coast Guard Writes To His Eloped Fiancee

I see a far away yacht at sea toss with the mysterious waves
And the red painting of the Western sky fades away.
An old sleepy Queen jumps out from the twilight sky
But I cannot sleep as I am not a King anyway.
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