A Beggar Maid's Breakdown In The Life Cycle

This beguile strange woman in her forties and I am sorry that I have heard forties are the naughtiest.
She begs not charity and she has enough money.
Even though the solitude and suffering.
The precious money could help her to replace solace?
Under the burning Sun and freezing Moon
Still she needs the warmth.
Only an honest human blanket could minimize her nauseous feelings.
Where do they find this pedigree?
She seeks a pure bred Man in her sojourn
And still she struggles to find the needle in a haystack.

by nimal dunuhinga

Comments (11)

Weather you mean this to be comical or not. This is the funniest thing I've ever read. The off-handedness of the presentation like the gossip of old women is just so telling of the character that the poem displays as someone in dire need of a man for happiness. Which comes to be described as the needle in the haystack. What a sexual pun that is. It's the perfect cliche. A poet friend// RH Peat
The last two lines are very sharp and accurate, well expressed.
Interesting tale of a maiden waiting for the right soulmate A theme you have wrote which is a fact of life good write ++++10 thanks for meditate note I do yoga every day and mqarried to a yoga teacher regards
In so many ways this is a very sad tale my friend Loneliness is such a terrible thing to ache for the comfort of another is in a way a torment on its own,
very interesting..entertaining write indeed...liked it very much...hey who told you woman in forties are naughties, i liked the phrase thoguh..very touching and moving towards the end too..nice//thanks
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