Pre-Giveaway To Our Precious Grandson Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Pre-Giveaway To Our Precious Grandson
A very happy Birth day to you son and be a good-smart boy like 'Sanath' [not the actor; The world famous cricketer].
Hope you become a real man soon and change the World for better prospects.
No son! Please stay aside and remain as a child forever because the cruel society is precarious.
Your mad grandpa lost his job and still scribbles with a hullabaloo
And your courageous grandma gets up early in the morning and fights with the rolled gold life.
She stuck under the table in a daycare center to bring bread & butter home and she never forgets to buy my Cuban vanilla cigar too.
In our dream-trains we travel a thousand times home bounds
But we station here for a purpose.
I am sorry my son in your playgroup you really missed your fine playmate and she is here with me in a turmoil.
[Hey! our little apprentice Master Siluna you are close upon three years
and do not forget that your mischievous grandpa got married at 21.]
* A humble dedication to the young poetess
Shani.Bogamuwa of Massachusetts.
Also to loving Kelum & Tharindu, Chinthaka & Thilini our loved ones and etc.
Warmth will find a way to bridge all the distances. May you have a ticket to write on that dream train very soon. Siluna is always in our prayers. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
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5/6/2024 4:58:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nimal, This is just excellent. You just are incapable of writing just straight-forward dedications. You draw us into your world and mess with our heads with lines such as 'Your mad grandpa lost his job and still scribbles with a hullabaloo' and I get a sense that you know this. The beauty of this, as with all the poems of yours that I have been so honoured to read, is that there is a casuality to what you do. You seem to conjour up words and fix them into lines as if it were the easiest thing in the world. i have never read anything like your writing and I doubt if I ever will because the world has only been blessed with one Nimal. It is not big enough to handle more!