A Tragedienne In The Real Theatre - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
With her seven children (Except the eldest who was stillborn) she struggles by the road to success.
Her beloved husband was a missing in action and still she believes he would have come home one day with his old rusty gun and the puffy epaulettes & stars.
If the opaque curtain is lowered, dear spectator please do not think the drama is over,
Yet the act goes on without the audience.
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