A Poem In A Garbage Bin Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Poem In A Garbage Bin
A man dies, yes he is dying.
He lived like a dead man.
Nobody knew about his whereabouts.
My dear English professor,
extremely sorry for my grammar mistakes,
you explained me about vowels, present tense,
past tense, commas, semicolon and et cetera.,
Why all these unnecessary pinchings sir!
He is already dead.
The man who hasn't a family
who worries about him?
Let him rest peacefully.
All in his lifetime he was dead
and now only he is living after the trauma.
His name is common man.
Dedication to my favourite poet Takuboku Ishikawa
Ah, but you worried about him. Even the common man has an uncommon touch in someone's life. I love the line about the trauma he is living in after his death. Great touch. I think this poem deserves a 10, and should not wind up in the garbage bin. Excellent poem!
The beauty of naked honesty, the gift of simplicity, the willingness to give oneself away in words, , , , This poem must have been painful to write. But the result is the work of a very fine wordsmith and a most uncommon man. Regards, Sandra
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4/19/2024 7:46:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
How powerful and profound, you have the poets gift for holding our attention.Love Duncan