A Pauper's dreamlike journey
When he kept his burdensome head on the velvet pillow
He felt very comfortable,
And the springy mattress shot him to the Heaven.
He walked here and there like a balloon.
When angels played with a singsong
He danced like a harlequin
And the sequins of angels' costumes punctured the balloon.
He fell down and broke his crown
And found the stone pillow by the roadside pavement.
He heard the distant horse car where the king heads for his secret harem in the midnight.
* Lord; remind me how brief my time on earth will be.Remind me that my days are numbered, and that my life is fleeing away.
Psalm 39: 4 (NLT)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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