An Old Talisman Poem by nimal dunuhinga

An Old Talisman

Rating: 5.0


This is an ancestral object from my great grandfathers and it goes as inheritance.
They wore for a better fortune but they all lost their wars and the horses died in vain.
These crucial wars never stopped.
Very seldom I used to wear this and hide in the turtleneck.
Yes, a harmless war and I stick to myself.
But it's very hard to control.
Mind looks like a sticking plaster.
This talisman won't reacts for my stillborn yearning
And the both I buried in the isolated garden of old love.

To my poet friend Duncan.Wyllie

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 01 June 2006

A very nostalgic word painting.. This one definately has a soul. Kind regards, Sandra

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Duncan Wyllie 01 June 2006

You have a deep empathy and feeling in this write and I feel honoured that you should you this for me, so KIND Nimal, the plaster on the cut Love to you and your closest Love Duncan X

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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