Coming Of Age! - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
[ 'You see, in life, lots of people know what to do, but few people actually do what they know.Know is not enough! You must take action.']-Anthony Robbins
First of all let me introduce my beautiful name to you.
Poverita! O it sounds really strange
Am I right? But my poor Mom pronounce that well.
When I see my oval face in the shattered mirror
The slim neck and the diamonds are too heavy to wear?
The coloured beads I made out of different tooth brush handles
Ideal it seems!
When Mom worries of my bare ear lobes
I pacify her that cloves I would prefer.
We use to share the same bras & underpants together
like twins and it's the real meaning of true friendship?
Oil is expensive nowadays and we use our tears
to light the lamp on altar.
Aged Dad writes from morn till night
But the sad letters won't go to the God's domicile
I encourage my poor mom and dad;
'Not to worry,
I work as a Nanny one day
to a Middle-East tycoon
and turn our shack into a Manor! '
I never see such an honest smile
but their sunken eyes are too dried
as their innocent tears they poured into that Aladdin's wonderful lamp?
To my Historian/poet friend Raj Nandy a great Human being!
nimal p. dunuhinga
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