nimal dunuhinga Poems

The patchy life goes together
with her monotonous career.
He roams around in the vicinity of her district.
A destitute man of letters who is searching his old publisher friend.
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The potter's daughter; like her father's craftsmanship
very beautiful to her *pinafore dress and the pigtails.
He sniffs when I ring the bicycle bell
during my routine delivery of their daily bread.
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She blooms secretly in an unflappable graveyard.
And who sympathizes for the immature except a grave-digger?
She dreams of a soft heart butterfly and stagnates with the dead souls.
Who understands her soft spot, language and the soggy heart?
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I scribbled on a scratch paper to her
It's a full Moon to the desert here too.
Her last perfomance for the year of 2005.
Do you remember the day you told me
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Not only the muscles of the hand
his heart too got cramps
and the writing paper refused,
pen has hidden somewhere.
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Chrysanthemums are flowering in autumn and the faded leaves of flamboyant trees blown with the autumn winds.
The time has come to whitewash the churchyard tombs and I can hear my chum's silent song like a chirping.
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In the poor visibility
the old Lighthouse stands.
Sun murmurs his usual prayer
'off for the day my dear'.
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The reckless drivers like a jet fly and they think the road is a sky.
These two personnel hold a circular sign on a stick to stop traffic.
And the children cross the road.
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My son will be a polite king in the near future,
A farthest poor country.
I am sure that you donate all the horses
To a zoo and travel in a public bus.
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In the wind chill,
A broken-wing lavish bird
Crash-land to my wistful world
and begged for a shelter.
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