All My Friends Were Scattered In The Geographical Map? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[“Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”]― Albert Camus


History book
yawns in the freezing cold
Geography book
quite a sleep.
An Unknown Professor wipes
the thick glasses
of the whistling kettle's steam.
Warmongers scared
if the snow continues
the rage war could be standstill?
I sip my nightcap
beloved knits a booty
for her friend's newborn son.
I too think of a child..........?
And all of a sudden
I fly to my old thatched school
O the beautiful starry-eyed history teacher
the long hair touched her buttocks.
a frozen statue in the class
and I searched my Mango friends
all were scattered in the Geographical map?


nimal