Beyond The Wetlands An Isolated Poplar Tree! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

This is Home for the elders
but my Halcyon cottage is faraway?
An old man older than me
who murmurs while sitting on a bench.
I smiled with him and he too smiled.
He called me 'My younger brother! '
Afterwards he started reading this passage
from his notebook;
'Beyond the Wetlands an isolated Poplar tree,
When Flamingoes gather in the Twilight
She brings my broken handle mug
to the bench and it's like this.
She pours the black bitter beer
with a plate of black olives and feta cheese.
She's the one who tastes first and grumbles
O it's really bitter, then I say certainly like life?
Those golden days never come my brother
Flamingoes flew over the Wetlands
and I am here?

The latest film script for my poet friend Premji!

nimal p.dunuhinga