nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 151 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

Forester And Firewood - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Day's work has done
And he gets ready to go home.
In the messy woodpile
What a sad conversation?
'We burn safely at the hearth
And give warm to their sicken hearts.
Where does the winter breeze carry our cold ashes? '

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010



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