Poem By nimal dunuhinga
She writes an uproar.
It's very hard to pass the time
You are always skips from me.
Almost a year gone
How long I have to wait?
Only the calendar gives me comfort
While the dates disappear.
Don't try to be a naughty sailor
I have heard that they get a wife in every port.
Is that true?
I receive your letters these days
like weather reports.
Why? you don't have love anymore.
You never get an affectionate wife like me
Don't know when you get realize this?
It's more than enough now.
Please alter your course homewards.
In the thick fog
only the scream of seagulls.
I am a lone wanderer at the old jetty.
To my poet friend George. Murdock