A ramshackle piano in a junk yard!
I cannot play any instrument
But I can hoot aloud against the unjust!
I just pressed a reed and in a low pitch
I heard this; ' Frederic Francois Chopin,
Do you remember a Polish pianist?
I suffered from poor health
And I died in Paris in 1849
At the age of 39.'
I want to say him that I have been to Gdynia
And I saw apple cheek beautiful girls in the dance of Mazurkas.
But I was dumbfound and I felt like a dummy run in the life theater
Or behind the stage as an unkempt underprivileged!
To my friend robyn selters in gra
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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