Nightmare - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
He came by a golden Chariot
if I am not mistaken
there were five or six horses
and the bodyguards too.
He threatened me.
' You are a cursed poet,
why you talked about
poverty, politics, heaven & hell
and lot of restricted things?
write something else,
if you want to continue your career as a poet
write things what I want
not your nonsense.'
He showed me his whip
it's a venomous live snake.
Then he warned me.
' this is the last chance I am offering you
either you take it or leave it'.
before he leaves he said 'don't call me here again'
and he gave me a list
what I have to write.
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