Wedlock
To my beloved!
I lost my pen; sorry I am writing with a pencil.
Do you remember that precious day, December 08,1972?
'We became oneness' you said proudly.
Isn't it?
It's almost thirty-three years.
We have reached the thirty-third milestone, barefooted
Along this life's gravel road.
It's not a grand but a simple wedding.
I remember how I carried my old suitcase
And a soft leather wallet which hasn't contained much notes.
Most of them the invitees were gone already.
But Darling! We are still breathing.
How we faced numerous hardships together?
We can celebrate our wedding anniversary sitting on different places in solitude.
I send a warm kiss to your Oasis from my Habitat, a lonely burning desert.
Perhaps it could be bitter or may be salty.
Please don't forget that we are not two; only oneness!
Who knows how many milestones we have to come across?
Not to be disheartened; let them standstill and we step out on our simplest will.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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