Mother - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Autumn has come into my life.
Withered leaves of memories falling one by one
I am only a barren tree now.
Mother you taught me to sing this sad song a long time ago.
I heard a lullaby from far away of your peculiar voice.
A beggar-maid sings the same song, broken cradle lies aside.
Mom you promised me that you will be back soon.
I lost my vision already and sniff the fragrance of death.
Are you beside me?
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