A street sleeper with smoker's cough
It's windy and cold in winter
Hard to sleep on the roadside
When stars give endearing twinkles
Among his horrible cough.
And he covers the whole body
But through the rat holes of his linen
He sees the vast sky and Moon hides
Stars alert in the the night.
He begs a sound sleep at least,
As the old King passes this way to the Harem tomorrow.
And he has to wake up early in the morning and clear his citadel!
The poor chap dreams the runaway horses and the broken coach one of his childhood movies?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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