Myself And The Inner Mystic Music Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Myself And The Inner Mystic Music
From my shaky cradle this rare music develops,
Yet no lyrics has written for a sad song.
I get frequent calls and I guess those are from the hell.
They want me to govern there it seems,
But I won't be a President ever as I never been to a war or practiced in a justice court.
I write my own epitaph here; 'This simpleton who sleeps in this abandoned graveyard scribbled half of his life and the manuscript has eaten by parasites.
Beautifully written. You do indeed have a rare gift. Just keep on penning and let the future of your unique work take care of itself. Always your friend, Sandra
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Angst personified by your magical pen. 'Shaky cradle' is particularly poignant. Your poems continue to intrigue and delight. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥