After The War Poem by nimal dunuhinga

After The War



A songbird on a decayed pole
shivering and woebegone.
nothing remained
everything has turned to dust
except a pauper's inn.
In the darkness
he was searching out of the debris
Alladin's wonderful lamp.

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nimal dunuhinga

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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