When Evening Star Winks? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green, grass of home.
The old house is still standing, tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.]-Tom Jones

People come to the Gas station
and fuel their vehicles
Majority they squeeze the hoses
to get the maximum juice?
While they're leaving some wave
with a familiar smile!
O I am in a foreign country
They do not know my name
and the surname too,
Perhaps we may in a one family
in our previous births, who knows?
I watch them as a habit
When they're going home........................!
And I check the twilight sky
Evening star winks like my old friends
and my heart cries?
'Gas price goes down'; Someone interrupts
And I just smile but my unsettled mind
roams in my old home town?

to my life-school teacher who's no more
Sandra Fowler in gratitude!


nimal p.dunuhinga