To Our Unborn Child Who Prefers Lullabies In This Cruel World! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

['The last Enemy, death, is to be brought to nothing.']-1 Corinthians 15: 26

If the ragged orphan boy
who could sniff the fragrance
of a poor flower in the pauper's graveyard
and swallow merrily
the muddy water
they polluted in an abandoned brook.
Walk peacefully along the thorny streets
they planted purposely?
My Son! I see you in my melancholic dreams constantly
like a hero in the dark womb
you worship enthusiastically
to an unknown God
whose name is Man?

to my dearest deceased Mom I love that painting once you sketched the serene sky with a black pastel!


nimal dunu