nimal dunuhinga

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

Purpose - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

I have a fear of my unseen boss whose whisper like a hiss
I hear whenever I pass the rivers edge.
Really I do not understand the dialect but I believe it's like my deceased loving mother's advice; 'Please take care of yourself my mischievous son and remember well there is a purpose on this paralytic journey.'
I response with a shivering to my faraway masterful creator;
'I am innocent like a litmus paper; turns red by acids and blue by alkalis.
Please let me scribble on this mystery Earth until they finish the reading.'

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  • (4/1/2008 9:13:00 PM)

    The prayer of all true poets, I think. To be allowed to put pen to paper until their own personal sun goes down., Excellent write, Nimal.

    Always your friend,

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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