nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 145 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

A Sad Melody From An Old Vineyard! - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

There are no standards of taste in wine, cigars, poetry, prose, etc. Each man's own taste is the standard, and a majority vote cannot decide for him or in any slightest degree affect the supremacy of his own standard.' -Mark Twain,1895

Though the ripen sour grapes sleep in the moonlit night
Yet the Landlady awakes with a solitary song.
Her fiance sleeps in another vineyard beyond the hills
Those grapes are sweet it seems?


Comments about A Sad Melody From An Old Vineyard! by nimal dunuhinga

  • Rookie - 26 Points Joseph Poewhit (7/18/2011 7:07:00 PM)

    Wine just like that. It's after the first glass that things go sour.Then it becomes red or white wine. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 19, 2011


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