Macrame' Teacher's Daughter Plays The Pianoforte! - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
It's middle of the night
Her voice like a piccolo note!
with that sentimental song
in low pitch?
I hear her hidden sobs too.
'Why these handsome men
with their painted mustaches
get a cruel heart on religious background?
They hold pickaxes
to cut their own brothers' throats
and why they breathe the same air
then pollute the whole area arrogantly
Where the innocents we struggle to breathe hard? '
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