The enormous painting reflects a soul in the gloomy period of life.
And he always dreams an Ogre comes behind him when Sundown.
Who scares of his own shadow?
He hears a different dialect that somebody speaks eagerly.
It echoes beyond the far away mountains.
He is sick without a sickness while he forgets his name.
Life is not moving and he expects faith healing.
Secluded and almost senile and he cannot grip anything
Life slips gradually with its own rhythm.
Death roams around but still more time to compromise.
Definitely this strange visitor comes another day without an invitation.
I dedicate this poem to Dr.Kolitha.Lelwala
nimal dunuhinga
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