nimal dunuhinga Poems

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661.
Moon Like Lass

The whole night how could she hides in the clouds?
Whenever she appears I'll tell her politely;
'Please come down my pretty moody
And touch the earth with your frozen heels
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662.
A Lullaby For The Stillborn Infant Who Sleeps In A Trash Bag

Oh! What a sad circumstance is this?
I could have die in the war or could be blind forever.
I touched the baby girl's limbs and it's still warm.
Her poor mother has gone for milk or ran away.
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663.
When Our Picnic's Over

The dumb innocent girl expressed her inner feelings to the blind companion.
I watch and realized what she wants to tell;
' Hey! I 'll give you a warm kiss if you sing me a sad song.'
Instead of him I muttered my favorite nursery rhyme.
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664.
Sad Song Of A Remote Village Factory Girl

Her soft fingers are ideal for a piano reeds to make a classic musical note
But she struggles with hard steel and turn them into tools.
Sharpen tools go to the market and she comes home with a blunt heart.
She re-counts her small daily wage for her wedding dress
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665.
When A Migratory Bird Soars Up

If you agree my friend, then I could have hide my sad poem
Underneath your precious wings as I cannot fly with these iron feathers.
When you migrate to a better place perhaps someone picks it and reads aloud;
'When I was in the cradle my poor Mom asked; ' Do you want to be a man or a bird? '
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666.
An Old Fashioned Horse In A Modern Racecourse

I choose my destination
But someone interrupts
And they ask where do you go on vacation?
I say sorry my dear, the word 'vacation' has disappeared
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667.
July Comes With Her New Fancy Dress

Dear,
You just born today
And remain only thirty one days
Am I correct?
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668.
Malady Of A Vanishing Soul

Once in a way
The lost memory stabs the uprooted saga of his family.
He tries to collect the bygone faces,
Heroes and villains of the Melodrama
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669.
Hardly I Count My Faded Previous Births

Once in Alaska I caught fish and lived in my Igloo
Unfortunately not married till I die.
When Christopher Columbus found America
I was a Turtle in the Pacific Ocean.
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670.
Hidden Smoke Is A Friend Indeed

'If they pick I have some words for a country sad song.
Yes, If they sing I hear quietly.'
A rising smoke from a cottage chimney whispers to the barren sky.
'They burn the happiness and it turns into smoke.
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