'It's too hot Master and please do not hurry to eat the soup.'
'Hey! Are you still alive? '
'Speak slowly Sir, boss could hear our conversation.
To tell you frankly I jumped out from the cauldron when the water was boiling,
I guessed my customer is so kind and I am sure you hide me in your pocket.
If it's possible throw me into the nearby lake on your way back home.
As same as your loving wife my darling too waits for me,
Luckily who escaped from the catch.'
* Dedication to the poet Edgar Lee Masters for his ' Spoon River Anthology'.
nimal dunuhinga
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