I hear an infant's cry
from Lakewood side,
And it's like a familiar poem
Oh! It's not a miracle
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I am bit inquisitive of bees collect pollen
from the flowers swollen.
And they prepare for the coming Autumn.
A decayed old tree little embarrassed
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He is running or a limping walk?
How far he runs?
He is tired and stopped!
And how long he could wait?
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I cannot get up early before the lazy Sunrise.
Where should I go?
A retiree seeks a haven to keep his burden head on a soft pillow
And sleep the whole day until she brings the mug of bitter coffee with the usual nagging.
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Fading make up and vanishing lipsticks
Brought her face into reality.
Your beauty is enormous and you covered purposely that
Half of your entire journey?
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Her smile feels comfortable
Like a child's pastel drawing.
Another day he writes;
When I peeped into her heart
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Mom you suffered nine months and rest of the life until you died.
I continue and almost fifty eight years now.
On my birthday..........greetings and gifts come along from Australia and Sri Lanka.
My eldest daughter Tharindu and Son-in-law Kelum write,
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He has seen the nakedness of the palpable death.
How many times he has walked to the cemetery behind the innocent coffins from a child to the elder.
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