ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

A Prince Wasn'T Born With A Silver Spoon

It's very hard to pronounce and the prince's name is Legerdemain.
His patchy wallet contains a picture of Madonna and full of rubbish.
He is not a cherub it seems.
The scars of his wrist a handiwork like tattoos of different handcuffs he wore.
His Pidgin English and the moisten heart
Does somebody could understand?
Then he will be surprised.
He is a pickpocket and one day he found his deceased mother's photo
In a stolen wallet and he said goodbye to his sorrowful career.

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Comments (3)

An awakening! this is sad yet profound, writen with skill and feeling Thankyou Nimal Love Duncan X
I like this one very much Nimal!
I agree that there are many princes walking around in this world that never owned a silver spoon. This is a wonderful poem with that special touch of sadness that is so unique to your work, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra