When I Am Retired? - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I'll be a Gunner with harmless bullets
to secure the World?
A painter, to the blinds
Who could see the Life-size Paradise.
A singer to the deafs & dumbs
to cure their sicknesses?
A runner and chase behind the sinners.
I would be a gambler to open
the hidden trump in the mysterious Life-game?
At the end of the month beloved and myself
sitting on the threshold,
We count the coloured notes
in the lump sum pension
with a magnifying glass?
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