The Nagging Of My Cryptic Pillow Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The Nagging Of My Cryptic Pillow
I couldn't sleep these days and I heard the whispering inside my pillow.
The feathers cried; ' You rest all the time but we stuck here permanently Sir, Our featherhead Boss! Don't you feel about the liberty?
We too like to fly in the serene sky and please let us come out of this thick pillow case.
We want the true freedom!
* To my poet friend Duncan.
Praise for your rich imagination. Freedom can sometimes be a state of mind. Warm regards, Sandra
A beautiful and fine present from a caring friend THANKYOU SO MUCH Love duncan X
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4/26/2024 5:46:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is such a cute poem Nimal. Your wit is unique and charming. Duncan is certainly a poet worth honoring and this light hearted piece certainly does him justice. Poor little feathers... love, Allie xxxx