Curtain Call Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Curtain Call
In the life-drama, the playwright my beloved wife grumbles;
' I do not know why you cannot stay in a one place a long time
And you talk about rights and fires from time to time darling? '
'I agree with you honey, The Gypsy blood runs in my veins and I am a Gypsy moth,
I was born under a wandering star, Really I am sorry but I never betray you! '
Then the music goes on, Oh! that's her hidden cry.
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8/26/2026 7:23:12 AM # rel_20260825T124344Z_022792b
Two against the world and all its hardships. Very touching, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra