The Bitter And The Sweet - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Who put the black veil in front of my eyes?
I am a blind, but people know that I am a classical singer.
I get hurt if anybody says that my wife is deaf &dumb.
But everybody knows that she is a radical painter.
I never see her paintings and she never hears my songs.
She is not very religious but prays to God day and night.
I never see her God too.
I am a free thinker but I have my individual God.
She never speaks to him.
The road is narrow; foggy and slippery
When it gets broad, clear and dry forever?
Though the life bitter we live happily together.
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