Mannequin And A Pauper Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Mannequin And A Pauper
This nonchalant beggar who loves a model queen
in a showcase.
When his till is full of coins
he just heads for an isolated pub
drinks a little and have a scanty meal of junk food.
In the night he backs to his ramshackle bed on the pavement
and makes a sound sleep.
They never talk each other and only in dreams
they wander hand-in-hand in no-go area; the 'paradise.'
Wonderfully poignant metaphors, Nimal. Obviously your heart bleeds like mine as to what's happening in your beautiful homeland...
Beautiful poem; I really enjoyed it. Mannequin and a pauper; paradox. Such is the irony of love, the forbidden fruit. BWF.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A street person with a dream that is more than food and drink to him. This poem definately has a soul. There are some tears in this one. Very appropriate to the creative process. Lovely work, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra