Departing soul and restless wind
Restless wind blows desperately and repents
As there is no proper place to lodge it seems.
'Welcome friend to my lonely hut.
Here all the windows are opened and the tattered door
Not fasten by a latch.
Just tap and enter,
Please do not hesitate to take a seat on a sofa
And read something interested in the shelves..
If I am not there, don't worry
And I'll be back soon.
But if it's a longer delay
Think that my soul has blown away.'
To my loving Mom who died in my absence.
Also to the innocent souls in disaster-stricken Samoa, Vietnam, Indonesia and the Philippines.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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