The passing cloud and my birth star
If the virgin rain cloud in the unfaithful sky that covers my unlucky birth star,
Then I could have relaxed for a while.
A cloud cannot remain in one place any longer as the cruel wind takes her away wherever he goes,
That I know since my childhood.
Oh! This useless star would re-appear and give me the burden again.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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