A Mill In Ruins Beside The River Poem by nimal dunuhinga

A beautiful widow with a wooden bucket
Walks towards the Farmstead for milking
And the deaf Cuurch bell ringer's handsome eldest son
with a pile of books idles for the ferry.
Life is so cruel and he joins the ferryman
A teardropp falls from her luscious eye
At the ruined mill premises!

*[Is the burden so very great?
Take time to rest.
I still shall wait
Here as I promised, under the moon.]
'Peer Gynt'-Henrik Ibsen