A Demigoddess Walks In Diabolic Street - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I call you sister as I have a sister of your age.
An Eye-opener; The eye-catching lass seems to be an apprentice.
The dusk falls and in the sky I see birds fly to their roosts.
Sun too lazily drowns in the sea.
You started your career as a novice in this late evening.
In your spring you have to devote for love and enjoy your life.
But you never find it in this thorny path.
And it prickles your soft barefoot.
The street is forbidden for saintly souls and these enigmatic people instead of love they give you sicknesses.
I know that you have immeasurable burdens and my song won’t solve your problems.
Anyway I have a small word with you my dear
Try to catch a poor king and live happily together.
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