The Outcry - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Mountains stand straight against the barren sky
And it looks like a pastel drawing.
Where is that bird's song going?
Butterflies could see only in the season
And the flowers wither after giving their fragrance.
Helpless man like a foot-ruler measures the invisible destiny
When the death smiles behind.
Sun and Moon never try to live together
And he who writes and erase
Still the life is a mistake?
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
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