The Fragrance Of A Keepsake Poem by nimal dunuhinga

We tried to build up a long friendship with a mutual understanding in our short journey.
He never been to a school but learned a lot of morals.
His dialect is stronger than ours
And he knew manners very well.
Though he was a crossed-German shepherd dog,
He was very grateful than a human being.
He never bothered of the franchise as he realized the absurdity of the politics.
My dear son Marco! Still I feel your kennel's warmth
When I think of the homeliness.
I am sure that I would never find such a good friend among the creatures of this cruel world.


* Before starting the car,
I know where I am going.
The car and I are one.
If the car goes fast, I go fast.

[Mindful verses for daily living by Thich Nhat Hanh]


(I dedicate this scribbling for the film 'Bury my heart at Wounded Knee')