A Reaper Poem by nimal dunuhinga

A Reaper



He dances with his shadow
To the tune of cicada's chirp
In the middle of the night.
Harvest has stolen by an unknown,
The poor farmer's beholden
And how he shows his indignation?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
nimal dunuhinga

nimal dunuhinga

kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
Close
Error Success