Her Name Is Woman Something
Poem By nimal dunuhinga
You are more beautiful to my heart than others
under the dim street lights.
I know that I cannot expect love,
anyhow, we can have a friendly chat
to avoid this lonely night.
nobody can blame you ever
you too must buy bread and butter.
I always have a sympathy of yourself
because I know that our ancestral sister
Mary Magdalene, her bygone days
How she was suffered.