An angel-like woman in her forties,
She is a crossing-guard in a street of heaven.
Wears a negligee form a cloud
And I see her bare nakedness.
Her small breasts like two sugary fruits
And the slim body belongs to the grape hyacinth family.
She holds a pigeon-heart.
Oh! The fleshy buttocks, if I could rest my burdensome head
on such a comfortable pillow,
I would never wake up to this cruel World.
I am not a Saint but I didn't get any carnal feelings
As she's really a living Goddess.
We crossed together and she said; 'Study well dear,
The Education that nobody robs.'
I said ' I cannot go to school anymore and I stay with her.'
Then she said; 'How do I help on your studies as I have never been to a school? '
Oh! The sudden painful wake up and I realized that I am born blind.
* I humbly dedicate this poem to the Southern California's Senior Newspaper
'Not Born Yesterday! '
nimal dunuhinga
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