To The Postmistress Of Promised Land - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Dipped in blood; my soul writes a letter
to a lass of a distant village called infinity.
Her name is *Maya.Agni.
Could you please let me know the postage?
Sorry, I do not know her whereabouts and domicile.
If undelivered; do not throw away
Please keep it with you forever.
* Maya is illusion and Agni is fire.
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