Mom! I want to be a poet one day
Once I released from this dungeon.
My first poem is to my poor mom and don't breath fast until I come.
You gave me a precious life.
With a lifebelt, lifeboat, lifebuoy, life cycle, lifeguard and life jacket.
You think lifelike all the time and threw me a lifeline.
My lifelong friend and my lifestyle are over for lifetime.
But you are lifeless my poor mom
Once I reached home.
To my poet friend Roy.Storey
nimal dunuhinga
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