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A Prostitute's Lament
ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

A Prostitute's Lament

Poem By nimal dunuhinga

Be silent please,
this is a court order!
someone shouts in a high pitch.
'You are my honoured sir,
I can swear more than a thousand times.
The woman in the mirror in front of you
isn't me.'
'Then who are you? '
'I beg your pardon sir,
you must have lost your memory
or you may purposely trying to hide
our fairy-tale.
my sweet-scented childhood days
and the innocent golden rose; my chastity flower
how you plucked in a parasitic manner?
The mirror exactly shows the Cruelty, Tyranny
and the dark side of our parable,
isn't it? '

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A sad reflection of something beautiful, stolen.Poigniant and so worth the read.Love Duncan