If I Had A Son? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

When he comes from school
Definitely he complains;
'Dear Papa! I had a problem
in my geography class,
Teacher indicates this is North
That's South and this side is East
And that side is West.
Then I said that I won't agree.'
Yes my little unborn Son
I too had the same problem in my night school.
They made the Compass, directions
For their own benefits
But nobody could show us where's the Happiness?
Then one night after a nightcap in my dream I heard;
'Why don't you try my place the old man? '
The faraway old isolated burial grounds muttered!

A humble dedication to the poetess Susan Jarvis!

*[Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it? ]
-Rosie Thomas

nimal dunuhinga