The Sparrows Chirp At My Window Sill - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I know my little birds
It's pretty warm outside
And you try to open the window.
This is not my home dear
And I pay a handsome rent
Once in a month.
If it delays a late fee comes as an unknown friend
And if not paid definitely they open the window
And throw me out
Bring another poor Saint?
*Most probably in a dream if I am not mistaken, I told my beloved wife;
'Darling if I make a platonic love with the beautiful widowed Landlady, we could have quit from the rent for sometimes! '
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