A Tear Like Ball Of Lead Rolls In My Fragile Heart - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I write this to a friend of mine who madly involved in competitive politics.
This is a paper flower that never betrays you.
Hey! Chum, New year bird gets ready to fly at her roost in the sky
Until the crawling month of January peeps.
My Granny whispers in her old gray tomb;
'I know that she sings the same old song with a different dance
Like a handsome politician in a colored dress.
When a red fox howls at the midnight on a mountain top
I think of you deeply and worry my friend.
My heart laments like the mystic Protagonist in your favorite book of Fyodor Dostoevsky's 'The Brothers Karamazov'
If possible, please change your slippery road brother
And meet one day in a cobbled street corner.
We belong together as bards forever.
*How strange when I read the passages of obituaries here in a foreign land and I feel they are my own familiar people? I wish them a Merry Christmas!
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