Old Sailor's Loosing Sad Knots Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Old Sailor's Loosing Sad Knots



Many times that I have passed
The Straits of Gibraltar
and still it remains
The scent of Olives
Rosewater, Cypresses,
Salty Breeze and etc.,
at my nostrils.
The rough waves cruel
and how my vessel
Pitched and rolled?
Still on my rickety bed
I feel like rolling on ship's deck
after a strong gulp.
The mystic Mediterranean Sea
Italy, Greece, Sicily, Crete
and far away the range of mountain Pyrenees.
Northern Africa.......Port of Casablanca in Morocco
O that beautiful Sexy Gypsy Woman
resembled in a D.H.L's novel
Who read my palm in a lonely night
and predicted that my burial would be
a far away land from my Motherland?
Though I am stagnant here
I would feel more like a traveler.
It's hard to pull the ropes
and steer at the wheel again
as I am old now.
And I feel gradually
The ripples of life
Gently push my innermost soul
towards the Harbor of Goodbye!

a humble dedication to all my friends with gratitude!

nimal

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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