Forbidden Love
Late at midnight very thirsty and through the darkness
I see a pesticide bottle is hanging and shining in my room
Like a twinkling star.
I always keep promises and my wife is fast asleep.
The widow next door,
She is still singing her monotonous song.
My inner soul is very inquisitive.
Is that a lament or an invitation?
*Mind is like a wild beast and always travels to restricted areas?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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