He has seen the nakedness of the palpable death.
How many times he has walked to the cemetery behind the innocent coffins from a child to the elder.
His tearful eyes lament but tears almost dried.
He always thinks the auspicious day will come and who goes with him?
He lives in his entire life with the cenotaphs of different souls.
Though he is an adolescent nobody loves him.
He never catches a girl's true smile as he may be smell of death?
nimal dunuhinga
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