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The rural bar is always full.
Pungent smoke and the vapour of spirits
Intoxicate her before it's closed.
A young drunkard journalist as a habit
Who stays until the bar closed?
And he drops her to the threshold of her house.
She finds a day to talk him about their future
But it's very hard as the guy is not sober at all.
Very seldom he comes now and it's stopped all of a sudden.
She goes home alone after the bar closed
And a small twinkling star guides the entire walk.
One day she found in a customer's newspaper her lost soul's obituary.
She left the bar before it closed and murmured on the way
'I am not afraid and I feel that he comes with me along my life.'
nimal dunuhinga
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Thursday, November 02, 2006 |
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Monday, November 01, 2010 |
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Comments about this poem (Barmaid and a drunkard
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nimal dunuhinga
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Duncan Wyllie (11/5/2006 10:56:00 AM)
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A beautiful tale is told in this one, hope in the guiding starlight along our path
Thankyou, Love duncan X
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Sandra Fowler (11/2/2006 1:06:00 PM)
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What a pity that the poor girl put any dependence in the drunken journalist from the start. I am sure the star's light grew even dimmer after his tragic death.Her life story is a sad story indeed. Very well written, Nimal.
Regards,
Sandra
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