Wet Park Bench Poem by nimal dunuhinga

*In my schooldays once in the Victoria park in Colombo I met him, an elderly person like a beggar with a heavy book, 'Baghavat Geeta' he holds and his name is Patrick Gabriel....may he rest in peace now! ]


After the storm
Life back to normal?
An old man who sits on a bench
Half asleep and a heavy book,
and a mackintosh aside,
still slightly wind
turning the pages of the book?
And a soft bookmark
flies in the wind
leaving all the burdens
probably his keepsake
who knows?

to Dr.Suzie Gharib still breaths in a corner of this ridiculous World?

[Thank you nimal for this tribute. I am overwhelmed. My absence from this web was due to personal reasons because nobody silences poets in Syria. I have published six books here. I lived in Scotland and Australia but it is only in Syria that I experienced the sense of freedom and unbridled expression. Do not believe what the advocates of democracy say on the news. Look at my new poem The Assyrian which I posted today(PH) . Thanks again and best wishes.]


[Let the words I speak today be soft and tender, for tomorrow I may have to eat them! ]-Unknown

nimal dunuhinga