A Young Nun Got Down From The Bus At The Nunnery! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

A Young Nun Got Down From The Bus At The Nunnery!



I was seated behind her
and I scribbled this in my
note book with a pencil stub.
'When birds sing different tunes
and flowers bloom in different colours
someone murmurs O it's spring!
And the birds flew away
these flowers wither,
scatter in the wind.........................?
Same persona cries
O it's damn Autumn! '

nimal p.dunuhinga

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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