And I Am Not Quite Sure Where I Have To Turn In The Midst? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Gloomy sky shows the symptoms
of the sick Autumn,
And purposely hides somewhere the old Sun?
A dull morning
I hear a flock of black birds're singing
merrily search in the withered grass
and struggle to survive the small insects!
Please listen Chum and leave all the puffy arguments
Wherever you go
and whatever you touch
You see the suffering
and feel the enormous pain?
Insects' cry dragged away with the strong winds
and I am not quite sure where I have to turn
in the midst?

to the poet Michael L.P in gratitude!

['The clue to happiness is being interested in Life.People's happiness is as great as they can create it.']-L.Ron Hubbard

nimal dunuhinga