Master! I Would Like To Borrow Your Magical Paint Brush Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Master! I Would Like To Borrow Your Magical Paint Brush



When green leaves turn into yellow
and white clouds become gloomy
I am really uneasy?
Through the shattered window
I see children go to school
and I watch my face in the mirror.
Sharp black eye brows
gradually display the silver threads.
Oh! Where's my lost boisterous youth?
Remember the days I jumped into
running trains and pulled the chain
Whenever I saw film stars?
(in my dreams)
My life's train almost ramshackle
and crawls to the shunting yard?

[Scribbled in South Station, Boston today while going to Immigration Courts.I saw a big banner advertising a pumpkin-spiced Whiskey, if that could change the bitterness of life? ]

nimal p.dunuhinga

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 26 September 2013

life's train almost ramshackle, good write, thanks.

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