A Scampering Run In Labyrinth Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Scampering Run In Labyrinth
Bilaterally, they started their journey.
But there is no any trace of ancestors.
Their tombs covered with grass.
We grass roots continue our journey.
It seems that according to a certain order by a hidden enforcement?
The old coloured lodgings here & there with their brassy new names.
We stay a night or two then proceed onwards.
The conviction in everybody's mind that hides the careworn?
We pretend as perfect but we are the carbon copies of our hazy Ancestries.
You have me here Nimal, this is just a really beautiful piece. The final two lines are awesome on there own. Maybe we are less than the sum of what has gone, but this does not seem to support that premise. Excellent my friend, truely excellent.
This a wonderful piece, Nimal, with what I call captivating subtlety. The title itself is a symbolic piece. Susie.
A very thoughtful and intelligent write. It is true that there is nothing new under the sun. But I do believe with Robert Frost that there are choices to be made and that those choices can and do make all the difference. Warm regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
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Everyone that exalts himself shall be humbled, and he that humbles himself shall be exalted Thankyou Nimal Love Duncan