This American parrot migrated to Sri Lanka for a short stay.
Lives in the down south Bird Sanctuary.
'Hey! My friend how is Sri Lanka? '
'Not bad if no war flames'
'I have some friends there.'
And I mentioned some of their names.
Sandra, Dave, Amanda, Max, George, Nick and et cetera.
'Yes I know them, they are poets.'
'Do you like to go there? '
'Why not and who takes me? '
'Here you fill this.'
It's a specimen Green Card Lottery form.
I filled it and gave.
'Do not worry I'll try my best when I go there.'

* (I heard a sad song murmur inside me 'America is far away and your soul-ship is not seaworthy. The graveyard is close by my wanderlust!)

nimal dunuhinga

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