The previous starry night
under the serene sky
Veronica you sang that rare love song
to my weary heart as a ripple
with your magical strings.
My ship is heading homewards
and I see your fading land at the port of Riga,
your terraced little gloomy houses.
I never forget your hypnotizing eyes and the innocent smile.
I hear the voices of your great comrades; Lenin &Trotsky and their valuable teachings.
I had to leave you alone and I am very sorry
as my soul is belonging to my loved ones
like you are belonging to your people.
Why these soft hearts parted forever?
If the world is one land without any barriers?
When I turn the pages of Leo.Tolstoy's novel ' Anna Karenina'
I think of you and my sorrowful strange love.
I am already settled now.
My beloved wife strums your precious gift beside me
and she sings the same mysterious love song
in a starry night but a different melancholy pitch?
'Veronica thank you for the keepsake the wonderful Balalaika'.
I cried in the dream.
If she ask in the morning who is Veronica?
I just lie her 'she is the first Russian woman been to the Moon.'


To Jessie.Chambers who loved D.H.Lawrence and he wounded her deeply.

nimal dunuhinga

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