[Origin of BABUSHKA
Russian, grandmother, diminutive of baba old woman
First Known Use: 1938]
Is it a dream
or real?
Last night
an old butterfly resembles my poor mom
whispered
resting on my shoulder;
'I rub my wings
and this powder
gives you the strength
to fly wherever you insist to go? '
And she disappeared at once.
O in the morning I found some powder
on my limbs, I tried to lift my useless heavy body
but it's very hard and I see
boundaries and barriers ahead?
to Doctor Priyantha Bogamuwa who left for Moscow today, early in the morning!
nimal p.dunuhinga
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