Motherland mourns for her brave sons!

nimal dunuhinga

It was a cold-blooded massacre in my tiny island.
The ridiculous thing is all the superiors except God,
Questioned 'who did this? ‘
But motherland knows and she cursed!
All the crooks of the civilized world,
Forced our government to proceed for negotiation.
Otherwise they threaten us to do embargoes.
Motherland asks from these big headed puritans,
with whom you want us to negotiate?
She laments and shouts either War or Peace?
If war does a real war and eradicate the cruelty.
If not keep your mouth shut and licks their paws?

Dedication to our precious lost heroes and our brave President!

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Her comely face and the eager eyes,
Though it’s an invitation
I purposely avoided and changed my direction
As she belongs to someone innocent
Who paints his life with gloomy colours?

nimal dunuhinga

Set sail alone

nimal dunuhing

He begins a sea voyage and the yacht named ‘Wanderer”.
It seems seaworthy and in the deep sea he repents that he should have brought his fiancée.
The rough sea brings him nostalgia and this selfish wanderlust in megalomania.
He wants to adjust his torn sails and the yacht in trouble waters.
Does she wait prolonged?
This warm-blooded; she is wakeful and manic.
In the daybreak she peers along the old pier of the yacht harbour.
A far away boat drifts and she stares everyday in this stamping ground.
One day she found her hair turns grey and her wrinkly face.
The rest of her life she takes the wind out of a person’s sails.
Very few know about the mysterious sea and her secrets.