Ripen But A Bitter Fruit Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Ripen But A Bitter Fruit
Fallen to the earth with a branch from a decayed old tree.
It must be the 'Specific Gravity' according to Issac.Newton's law,
If the earth refused to plant my seeds
And I am sure a bird never takes me away.
Oh! Then I would be no more this miserable fruit in the solitary garden of Eden where they made illicit love.
Sad, beautiful, vintage Nimal Dunuhinga indeed. Warm regards, Sandra
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8/24/2026 9:58:45 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Nimal, life's slings and arrows are certainly taking their toll This poem combines anguish with a wry twist of humour Tis said minor keys in music are always the most loved. A fine piece of writing. love, Allie xxxx