Though I Grabbed The Nostalgic Wind She Slipped Away Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Though I Grabbed The Nostalgic Wind She Slipped Away
Farmers collect the harvest merrily
And the festive season in my hometown started already.
The peculiar smell of oil-cakes(native) touch my nostrils.
It's really amazing how far it travels?
Oh! My roots are there and I am here the barren Saturnine tree.
* To Alison, Sandra and Linda................................
Jerry, Max, Denis, Dave and George!
Thank you, Nimal. I am always honored by your dedications. One longs to be at home, even though that home may be distant and unattainable. But in your mind you are at home in Sri Lanka. Lovely write, my friend. Kind thoughts, Sandra
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5/5/2024 7:58:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There is nothing quite like the smell of home, Nimal. This poignant poem shares your homesickness without sentimentality. I am honored that I have been part of its inspiration. May circumstances change and allow you to visit your beloved Sri Lanka again. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥