nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 151 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

My Beautiful Red Hen! - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Not like those days
You're bit stubborn now?
Please do not try to fly
over the farmstead fence.
I give you grain
grasses and worms
My wounded heart is a wilderness
and if you fly, the naughty young bird lovers
see your hidden golden feathers.
I promise you that I never pluck them
though I am poor; Please taste this pieces of lettuce
and you never betray the old Master?

To the unknown Penny Moore, Owner of the Laundry Loft Laundry Mat in the Roche Bros. Plaza in Natick, New England, Massachusetts, most of my recent poems I sketched here.


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  • Warren Falcón (1/22/2013 2:38:00 PM)


    Hi Nimal, I love this poem...I have posted it to my facebook page with this little review of your poetry:

    I love Nimal Dunuhinga's poems written in English which is not his first language...a Buddhist in early exile from from his native Sri Lanka, Nimal, a seafarer, has traveled the world, lived in Japan, studied with haiku masters there which infuses his simple, rich poems with an uncovered transcendence within the contract of human heart-mind and the rest of the material world.

    The English is not perfect in these poems, thank the gods, whether intentional or not, but the occasional lack of conjunctions and such creates for the reader enjambed mergers with whomever/whatever he is addressing in the poem, and, of course, with he/she/it who is speaking in the poem. Many of his poems are questions simply put which endear and break the heart while opening the merciful presence there and within that which is beseeched and implored.

    Nimal is an authentic mystic in the sense that the entirety of life, all material and otherwise, all things bright and small, is a Thou appealing for response in relationship...often when I read a poem by Nimal I am reminded yet again to forget knowing and striving to make a poem, even better, to forget striving to live...Nimal reminds me to relate to the world as a thou and in such relation bring it-not-an-it more into being just what it is, it's Self and self, the thou of a red hen who is caged only in the lonely heart of a man seeking to love and be loved...and in the hen seeking to fly beyond the cage toward lovers...
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013



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