Without hooting and signals this wonderful train goes out of the track
And it seems searching the homeland,
I see a ragged stationmaster holds a rusty red lantern very blurred, who wants to stop me at a far end?
The station called ' The death beyond the Mystery.'


I dedicate this poem to the poetess Susie.Suheir.Gharib in gratitude.

nimal dunuhinga

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