The unfinished journey
Darling!
If you feel boring
Take out my notebook
With the pencil stub
And write down
What I mutter please.
These lamp posts give us light
But they're stagnant.
Proud Noblemen pass with their limousines
But they never give us a lift.
Probably they believe that we dropp our dust
On their velvet seats.
You see the far away star that burns forever
Somehow we're bit lucky as we burn off & on.
If the Inn-keeper fond of poetry
We could have give this and stay a night free.
Perhaps in the next birth you may be a Noblewoman
And I am the same poor pilgrim.
Hope you stop your car and take me towards your Castle.
On the way I listen to your secret heart carefully
And do you remember me your old fellow journeyman?
*To Mikhail Aleksandrovich Sholokhov for his novel 'And quiet flows the Don.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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