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A Fly In The Ointment
ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

A Fly In The Ointment

She holds a toffee apple like a child
And he plays the mouth-organ mild.
They pass the time in the messy world
And they go on a ride in merry-go-round.

Though it’s bitter; Life is a carnival for them
And they make fun of showing realism.
Someone laughs at them who believes nihilism.
Sun & moon rise and set but never met in the sky of individualism.

He is alone like a featherless bird and very unhappy today
As it seems she flew to another cage secretly.
Now he feels the weight of life like mercury
And the mouth-organ plays the song of melancholy.

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Comments (3)

Very sad Nimal, I so hope this is your muse speaking...touching poem. Take care and Happy New Year. Joey
Your sadness has given you an extraordinary poem. Wonderful write. I send you a smile to show you I approve. Always your friend, Sandra
well, sad. Sounds like some people you observed. Hey, I play the mouth organ...: -)