A bumpkin's chronicle
He likes her burgundy lips
And he begs for a kiss.
The poor chap really misses
And he regrets of the wild goose chase.
A countrywoman close upon her menopause
Still waits for him with a crack up
And this wild flower beats about the bush.
The naive Goody-goody who walks from the city end helplessly?
And in the semi-darkness of the twilight sky the glimmer of the Starvation star twinkles lazily.
No barriers & restrictions it seems,
The country road always opens for the desperate wayfarers.
To my dearest Denis.Joe..............'Though we never met in this sojourn
Yet I see you in my fading dreams on and off, how strange this life my dear Joe? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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