nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 151 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

When Your Smouldering Round Bullet Pierce My Fragile Heart? - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

My tall brother soldier!
If your rusty gun is a guitar
Then people won't die in vain
and they listen to your
melodious voice!
But your rough fingers
The Warlords,
they trained you purposely
for the trigger
and not for strings?
My little brother soldier!
When your smouldering round bullet
pierce my fragile heart
Do you hear that
painful dying song of your father's voice?

to the Irish poet William Butler Yeats!

nimal dunuhinga


Poet's Notes about The Poem

[Many Irish believe that the best way to raise great horses is by using kind words.Some also believe that horses enjoy music.That's good, because many Irish people who love horses and also to make music.]-'A to Z Ireland by Justine and Ron Fontes
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Published today 03.08

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 28, 2012


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