A sprinkle rain falls over the tin roof
and the rattling goes on.
Early in the morning
the old wet cuckoo sings an omen on a cypress tree.
His spring fever never allow him to wake up.
Through the tiny shattered window
he sees the mild Sun struggles in the sky
like the innocent lover who peeps at the next door.
She never respect his toleration
and a letter came today
like a token; saying that she found
a new path to the eternity.
He responded; thank you honey
I expected this stalemate since a long time
and I enclosed a currency note
the expenses for your journey.
If it's not enough, please do not hesitate to ask more.

nimal dunuhinga

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