A Death In The Opposite House! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[Mother-that was the bank where we deposited our hurts and worries.]-Thomas De Witt Talmage

I was sitting on a small chair
in the patio,
Like bygone Seafarer days on ship's deck?
And my beloved boils the Asparagus for tonight
in the kitchenette.
I count secretly who crawls to the funeral house?
A lady with an umbrella in this late evening drizzle
Squeezing my hand that resembles Ms.E-death in my nightmare,
inquires me; 'Honey! Funeral is here? '
I pointed out her the front house with my index finger
and murmured to myself 'Thank God! still I breath comfortable here? '

*Yesterday's Tuesday, April24,2012 @ 10: 00a.m. I scribbled this on a piece of paper in UMass Memorial University Campus, Worcester.
While I was waiting for my Colonoscopy test carries out by Doctor
Christopher Marshall, MD.My dear Mom! part of your humble dream comes true as I touched for the first time in my life, the campus soil, but I am sorry that 's not for your dreamy studies and for my sudden Endoscopy?

nimal dunuhinga