Treasure Island

nimal dunuhinga

(19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)


Oh! I watch this wonderful game in a lonely park.
A millionaire strikes a small ball with his iron club
And it flies to infinity,
He goes behind that happily.
The poor sinner caddy too crawls towards him
with a heavy bag that full of debts on his oblique shoulder.

*[ The endless journey, what 'Buddha' explains; cycle of unlimited births & deaths.]

Submitted: Saturday, August 22, 2009

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  • Javaid Anwar (11/20/2010 12:33:00 AM)

    The first moves onwards happily and in a mood of victory and the second follows only in compulsion to earn his livelihood... (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (2/21/2010 5:37:00 PM)

    Some wry comedey here very well said. That millionaire has lost his balls in the woods!
    regards (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (2/6/2010 9:20:00 PM)

    The poor sinner caddy too crawls towards him
    with a heavy bag that full of debts on his oblique shoulder..................................
    it is endless journey we have to take on without anybody's help. lovely poem with good message....10

    read mine sir....special prayers..... spare us (Report) Reply

  • Chris Mendros (12/24/2009 8:06:00 PM)

    Interesting take on what Twain called 'a good walk spoiled.'
    Terse and thought-provoking. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Hansford (12/11/2009 11:47:00 AM)

    Your comment on the different levels of society is especially telling because you do not tell us what to think - you simply draw a picture and let us draw our own conclusions. (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (9/4/2009 3:23:00 AM)

    You take an ordinary incident and imbue it with great spiritual and social significance. The vase you share is humbly thrown. The wisdom of its fine glaze is profound. Another fabulous poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Patrick A. Martin (8/30/2009 6:00:00 PM)

    Beautiful contrast and well put together. When I first saw the title I thought 'what has this to do with golf? ' but I quickly realised. Excellent piece.10 (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (8/23/2009 1:37:00 AM)

    The contrast between those who have and those who have not
    so often defined by you in your compelling pieces. This
    one is an excellent example of your creative skill
    to sketch these two eternally opposing pictures
    of life. The reader is left to ponder why this
    must be so.Perhaps, there is no answer...

    Warm regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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