nimal dunuhinga

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

My Dream Car Without A Number Plate - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

My brakes won't applicable to these mockery roads
As it's too old they say.
I keep my both hands on the steering wheel
But it goes to its own consent.
I am scared if it stops on a hill side
As my poor torn wallet doesn't contains
Those tricky notes to refuel.


Comments about My Dream Car Without A Number Plate by nimal dunuhinga

  • (10/10/2007 11:06:00 PM)

    A nightmare penned to perfection. I call them 'can't cope' dreams. Scary. love, Allie xxxx (Report)Reply

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  • (10/10/2007 4:12:00 AM)

    Wonderful use of metaphor in this brief poem. Your originality never disappoints.
    Take care, my brave friend.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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