I would have plucked you
all the sweet fruits from tree tops.
But I am tired now and I want to be a full stop
in this long sentence.
Beloved grumbles in the middle of the night;
'You're awake and scribble
They'll kill you for your political nonsense.'
Do not worry and they cannot stab me
As I take Iron tablets twice daily!
Her spontaneous smile disappears
in this horrible Winter Season,
Yesterday she cooked a rice in a local style
Fried potatoes, Dried fish, Dhal & chilli
wrapped in a tempered Banana leaf!
I said; 'Delicious'
And she smiled like Mother Teresa.
nimal dunuhinga
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so sweet; I wish there was more of this story ^^