And I Touched Them In My Nostalgic Dream Poem by nimal dunuhinga

For Tom Jones Singer Sir Thomas John Woodward, OBE, known by his stage name Tom Jones, is a Welsh singer..........'Yes, they all come to meet me, Arms stretching, smiling sweetly, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home! '


On the Jack-fruit tree
Owl sings the mysterious song of life
in the middle of the night.
Early in the morning
Childless Midwife's love birds chirp
Where's that naughty boy who urinates
to our Madam's Rose-bush?
My brother Lalith who tells yarns constantly
The whole day you could smile freely.
The faded Hopscotch squares on the shifting sand
and how I was inquisitive with my mischievous friends
to watch the beautiful girls and their new pants
when they hop over the marked squares?
Poor Mom stands at the clothes-line
searching the stains of cigarette butts
in my hidden pockets of the trousers.
The pond in the temple
carps swim here & there
and the old kind monk
still grab the life putting a comma to Nirvana?
The deaf bell ringer maintains the old friendship
with the cast-iron bell yet gives that melancholy sound!

nimal dunu