A Hunchback Warrior Who Waits At A Bus Stop Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Hunchback Warrior Who Waits At A Bus Stop
The usual murmur of the sea breeze fades away; ' The Ocean is great; but you cannot sip a little dropp of water.'
And it seemed since morning till evening he waited for the bus.
How does he takes a bus as the poor guy has no any idea of his destination?
And he carries a heavy bag that full of gloomy nightmares.
* A hymn to the battlefields all over the World.
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5/4/2024 7:49:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very metaphorical. There are many ways to serve on the battlefields. One way being to serve on the battlefields of life. Excellent wtite, Nimal. Warmest regards, Sandra