Snow disappears gradually in the woods.
Underneath fallen leaves wither and look so sad with its murmur.
Melting snow like tears tell us a bygone story
Before the spring comes.
I hear a far away chirping of an isolated bird.
Oh! My cuckoo sees that April still lingers!
And I am stranded in a strange soil.
I see only you in my faded dreams.

* To our grandson Randiv.Siluna, kelum putha, Sudu duwa, Chinthi putha, Kumari duwa, Vergie aunty and rest of the loved ones. Life is not easy on this mysterious planet earth, though it rotates yet not a merry-go-round?

nimal dunuhinga

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