A wearied flower and a skeletal bee
'Sorry dear, I came to wipe your tears
Not to suck the nectar.'
Old bee whispered.
'I too must say sorry, Sir.
And it's a surprise to see such a kind bee in an off-season.'
Exploited flower responded.
And the inquisitive Autumn eavesdrops in a garden's corner with a wry smile.
*[ Suicide bomber in Sri Lanka kills 13 and wounded several dozen including a government minister.The attack attributed to the Tamil Tigers indicates they can still strike far from where they're concerned.]
-Los Angeles Times headline today with a photograph.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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