And it's really sad when the forest mourns?
Most of the trees
Bear green leaves
Though the fruits
in different colors
and the flavors too.
Yet, the dialect
not much varied
and gives a similar whisper
when the wind blows.
While the robust Lumberjacks
rushing into woods with their
cruel modernized equipments,
I heard your faraway cries!
Like babies....................and
It's really sad
When the forest mourns?
[When I think of the elderly people where they're like old trees in a forest.Millions of adults are suffering with progressive mental decline, a mind-robbing form of memory loss that can rip apart families and lives? ]
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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