nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 151 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

The Warmth Inside A Cold Pyre - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

He was digging some others grave
And found somebody was sleeping there
That face resembled his own identity.
Oh! It's another constant bad dream
And he thinks that he went to bed late in midnight
After gulping few glasses of cheap liquor.

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  • (11/17/2007 1:47:00 PM)


    What a sad poem! At a certain stage in life we always begin to realize how very mortal we are. May your future dreams be more positive. Very thought provoking, Nimal.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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