Bright Neon Signs Along The Angry Road Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Bright Neon Signs Along The Angry Road
'Round trip to heaven and we sell cheaper tickets here.'
'Buy one get one free.'
'Delicious chicken soup without bones.'
'We provide lucrative jobs and doors are always open here-Job Agency.'
Oh! I am really fed up of these rolled gold sign boards and I saw the teasing painted dolls under street lamps in rivalry for their living.
Not much for spiritual eyes to behold. But everyone, I suppose, is just trying to survive in their own way. Take care, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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9/18/2024 6:47:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The irony of your poor 'painted dolls' is poignant, Nimal. They certainly can't afford neon signs to tout their wares. 'The angry road' is a particularly compelling metaphor. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥