Treasure Island

nimal dunuhinga

(19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

A short poem to drink for the thirsty Pilgrim!


Like Karl Marx
described about the class struggle
in 'Das Kapital'
Mom! You taught us
in simple words
of our day to day life!
'There are two bachelor pilgrims
they struggle each other
in our innocent soul,
one is farsighted
and the other nearsighted? '

['There is nothing, Sir, too little for so little a creature as man.It's by studying little things that we attain the great art of having a little misery and as much happiness as possible.']-Samuel Johnson

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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