Sad Song Of A Remote Village Factory Girl Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Sad Song Of A Remote Village Factory Girl
Her soft fingers are ideal for a piano reeds to make a classic musical note
But she struggles with hard steel and turn them into tools.
Sharpen tools go to the market and she comes home with a blunt heart.
She re-counts her small daily wage for her wedding dress
But her partner still fights to earn something.
In her fading dreams she hears the wedding bells
While the boy who writes his beautiful curriculum vitae to another World.
You are the creator of many beautiful, sad songs. This is one of your best. Your factory girl is a memorable soul.10/10. As always, Sandra
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4/25/2024 10:35:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is sad and sweetly sung, Nimal. You're right. Poverty is a cruel life journey. Your story stirs the reader to change the world and bake a beautiful wedding cake for these two lovers to live happily ever after. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. Love, Allie x x x x