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

The Road Named Blunder

Who knows if the brake is applicable or not along this greasy zigzag road where he drives his tumbledown car?
The color blind pedestrians carry heavy bundles of hopes and they cross here and there without an aim.
The poor driver too doesn't know his destination well
But he has a fair knowledge from where the bright Sun rises and sets mysteriously?

* This poem is dedicated with love and gratitude: to my beloved wife, daughters and their loving partners too.

by nimal dunuhinga

Comments (3)

You show your understanding of the human condition in this fine poem with it's original metaphors and incredible economy of words. Always a touch of a smile in your work, even when the subject is grave. I salute you. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Excellent use of metaphor. Your title is very effective, your last lines compelling. More than worthy of a ten, my friend. Warmest regards, Sandra
My friend. Once again a devastatingly beautiful poem. It seems like a prose poem, but what matter. The Nimal hand is here and for me it is a real honour to be allowed to comment on your writings. For me they express a certain oneness and acceptance. The form is always beautiful beacause the words, chosen, always are. Thank you again Nimal.