You take me away boisterously without my concern and you brought me here with a promissory note.
Even though I was in the Garden of Eden
I have never seen a flower of my own.
What a sin I have done as a poor gardener?
And I poured all my tears to the soil in vain.
To my loving brother Lalith who taught me to read and write and lot of things of the fading life; Once a sailor & still remains as a bachelor.
nimal dunuhinga
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