Could you please see the outskirts of prismatic mind in decaying life
And the overgrown soul's overwrought.
Is this the end of an innocent's journey who struggles on his bitter picnics along the mysterious beaches to build a sand castle?
I humbly dedicate this scribble to the hawk-eyed Asylum officer who interviewed us harshly (beloved wife & myself) on the 17 th of April,2008 @ BCIS,1585, S.Manchester, Anaheim, CA.92505
Postscript
* 19 th of April,2008 @1300 Hrs.[Saturday, in the Anaheim Public Library]
My beloved hugged me early in the morning and whispered 'Hey! my wanderlust you have already reached the 57 th Milestone today.She tossed a penny in the painful sky.' Guess my honey head or tail? '
I said; 'Darling if we have the tail then there is no any problem at all.'
Dear Nimal Happy birthday......! ! May your life be filled with love and peace........and comfort and safety..... good health and much happiness to you and your dear family........ as always, your poems speak to the heart in your unique and lovely voice....with much spirit and warmth......thankyou.! ! Be well. Love, D.
Very touching. Happy April 19th to a poet of exceptional worth. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A happy belated birthday Nimal. Mind thought at its best, love the post script.I will remember that one about the tail!