A Bitter Menu In Tasty Life! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[This is the forest primeval.The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
stand like Druids of eld.]-Betty Smith, A tree grows in Brooklyn........The American classic about a young girl's coming of age at the turn of the century.


Cheap Restaurants
and mouth watering dishes.
Along the cobbled streets
Call girls whistle folk songs.
Shoeshine barefooted orphan boy
who polishes your shoes,
If you have a thorough look
There reflects your beautiful face?
And after the strenuous work
When Sun goes down
The boy too heads for a restaurant
with a candy for his little sister
who's a dishwasher there
from morning till evening.
And they dream together
in a street corner.
A stray dog their pet
under the Moonlit night
guards them from thieves?


nimal