I ride my ramshackle bicycle that has no seat to rest my skinny buttocks well.
This thorny road is not easy to go and I scared that anytime I get a tyre puncture or cut.
Along the road I found cemeteries and these dumb tombs never talk.
You could see only their dates of birth and burial and what else?
To a faraway friend only in dreams I have seen him
And he looks like me a sad face but a strong heart?
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-can-i-get-more-information-about-the-journey-to-heaven/
