From The Roof Tops You Cannot Say Who Lives In?
He writes to the Tax Collector;
'Sir!
I earn a little on weekly basis
The lump sum I get at the weekend
Half spend for medicine
of this sick World?
And the rest we all take a scanty meal
Organic you labled
But no strength
at least walk to the graveyard?
Sir!
Your Arithmetic is not fair
and still you believe
That one plus one
Equals to Eleven? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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