Kind Glance At A Sorrowful Ash Tray Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Kind Glance At A Sorrowful Ash Tray



The cigarette butts gather day by day
If it counts more than of his age
Like a mountain on the tray top.
I see in the darkness like a firefly
Cigarette moves here & there.
Where those circles of smoke
Gone to the sky?
My brother!
Don't burn yourself
And let the life burns.

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nimal dunuhinga

nimal dunuhinga

kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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