A Humble Advice From A Simpleton To A Prodigal Son Of An Old Politician! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[Some artist has here taken the trouble to try to picture what it must have been like when Adam and Eve found their dead son Abel out in their field. One assumes that neither son came home when they were expected, and Adam went out to look throughout his cultivated fields and pasture and found dead Abel and the evidence of a fight. And had no idea of where Cain had gone. He appears here to be holding his chest where his heart should be. And Eve is sobbing uncontrollably like any mother would. I can only wonder why our Jewish author has not seen fit to write even one word about their grief. But all this too becomes very clear once we can all read the original Sumerian documents baked into imperishable brick that describes in great detail the history of *Kaen and Abael the sons of Adapa.. ]

Please do not squeeze the rainbow
As you won't get those colors as it is.
Why you pelt into the sky in vain
In case if that hits the Moon
She would be cracked soon?
Let the river flows quietly
And do not try to stop that
with your strong fist.
Keep your fantasy kite aside
Until you feel that wind blows.
And do not blame the weather
That cannot be changed ever?
Let your athletic father does all the miracles
And make sure dear*Kaen
Still that you're an apprentice?

nimal dunuhinga