nimal dunuhinga Poems

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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If my soul could hide in your roomy heart
Then I can whisper my rosary and occupy as an altarpiece.
I will remain forever as a hymn besides you,
Whenever you wander in the churchyard.
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When a lovable hornet meets a slender flower
She has memories of her visitor.
After a little lull she replies,
'You are very familiar my dear but don't hustle like earlier'.
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You are the image of the World.
Your eyes are like two light houses
On the opposite poles.
Your nose, the tallest tower
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Beneath a huge mountain like an ant,
He watches the birds where they fly in the twilight sky towards their nests.
A single star gossips with the Moon.
And he hears their secret croon.
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Secretly,
from your heart-camera
I took few photographs
of your close-ups.
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The infant's cry stopped for a while.
I am sorry my baby, to read your mind
I drowned in the encyclopedia
But my dreary eyes failed to catch.
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Yes it's still situated in the same place.
And it's very hard to find.
Surrounding almost changed.
They have flatten with bulldozers all and made skyscrapers around.
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They do experiments, acrobats and miracles et cetera.
Their radars never catch a slight picture of him.
Even they see never bother of zero figures.
The bourgeoisie organizations bloom like mushrooms
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