The Brickred House Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The Brickred House
Heavy rains in the midnight and a drunkard stopped there for a while
Waited under the portico till the rain seized.
He was bit scared by seeing the luminous notice.
'Please do not disturb here as the Lion sleeps in the den
A well known Wrestler.'
He was thinking to add something to the notice; ' Sorry, a worm trespassed but not to fight.'
A mysterious poem of the night. I can hear the sound of rain. And feel the sadness of the drunkard's pathos. Kind wishes, Sandra
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4/27/2024 3:55:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nimal this is delightful! ! ! Your humble worm is quite the comedian. Your poem is a joy! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥