My scholar friend keeps his late Grandma's diary
And a certain page was highlighted in the color of yellow.
My old ferryman you never realized that how I deeply loved you?
Since in the cradle the word 'depth' I heard several occasions from my parents.
They always talk about the mysterious river's depth.
But I am grown up now and I understand the nagging life is more deeper than the river.
A hidden alligator in the river takes a soul away once in a way
And you disappeared without saying me Goodbye!
I murmur your everlasting song while sitting on my sick bed.
'This old vehicle stops at all railroad crossings
As I am really scared of painful death.'
* My humble dedication to Sam Cooke for quoting his wonderful song's title.
nimal p.dunuhinga
Powerful picture of our mortality. Well done my friend.
Powerful picture of our mortality. Well done my friend.
To respect nature with the muse of your Birth. Thanks for sharing.
Excellent poem, life is deep than any mind of any great philosopher. Thak you for inviting me I will try to read all your poems.
i always think what we learn about the past especially if it concers us or a loved-one is significant and i smile as i read your poem it is nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hello again. very, very human. john