Two poems in one letter
[The single child next door talking eyes widow who reads her anonymous letter to my beloved wife.]
I am an icicle,
So far better in the refrigerator
But when my Master
Takes me to his tumbler
Oh! I'll be again water!
I grabbed the mighty wind
But when I woke up
It's my dreamy painful pillow!
[Never keep any regrets in this short life and snatching a small bucket of water from the vast Ocean, won't be a sin! - Lalith my brother and best friend.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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