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A poor Cobbler's courageous Son
The barefooted handsome boy who mends shoes on a filthy street corner.
Passers by; Some they whisper that he should join the film industry.
A Varsity girl stops; 'Hey! Prince you don't go to school nowadays? '
'No, My papa was paralyzed and I help him.' The boy said.
'I love you Prince.'
'Oh! What a beautiful sentence is that?
But I am scared Princess.
When my Papa was drunk
He used to play the Mandolin
And sings in the night.
Love has mesmerized wings
in the unrestricted serene sky
And fragile souls swim and drown
in the Milky way.'
* I dedicate this to an innocent Cobbler who vanished during the ethnic violence in Sri Lanka.
poem
by
Nimal Dunuhinga
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