When I Crawl Poem by nimal dunuhinga

When I Crawl



You gave me the big hands
Mom and Dad!
I am worried as I have no voice
And I am far away to utter a lullaby
Beside your sleeping den!
Still I am crawling in the rat race of life
And this participation is useless
For a silver cup and an invalid certificate of death!

*To travel hopefully is better than to arrive.
-Sir James Jeans

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nimal dunuhinga

nimal dunuhinga

kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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