nimal dunuhinga Poems

Am I a pilgrim or a wayfarer
in this sanctum or a sanatorium?
Dear mom I was a prisoner for nine months
in your safe waterlogged womb.
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I know that you are in a harmless war struggle with life to make us happy.
What is the use of being?
Sun and Moon in this vast sky
When I am asleep and you are awake?
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The optimist and pessimist
they are close friends
and did a cultivation.
They sown the paddy
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My black rose,
I like to caress
your soft petals.
savoury pollen
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I left home leaving a tear dropp on my golden soil.
My beloved and the loved ones were at the Airport.
The Farewell! How sad it was?
Gravity of the loneliness drowned in my heart.
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I feel embarrassed.
I have sailed almost fifteen years
but I never had a nostalgia as today.
If I can borrow a pair of old wings
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The old man complains to the psychiatrist
'I have a sickness doctor, unable to walk along the road
Whenever I meet a woman I see her nude.
Then I get convulsions.'
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You stuck in the mud full time
and no progress but alert all the time.
There is no praise from your master.
This field is too big for you
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Everybody on this stage
do a different role.
It's prohibited to remove one's mask
and see the real face.
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Before the election the man who boasts
about poverty, equanimity, religion and politeness.
Sweet saliva flows at the both ends of his mouth with such lies.
This handsome, soft heart and straightforward democrat
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