Endearment Poem by nimal dunuhinga

In my thatched house
On the gloomy passage
Towards the altar
I sketch your fairy face
With that dimple
On your chin!
And it's not Moon
Moonlight it reflects from the Sun.
Your mozzarella fingers
Holding an unvarnished flower.
My zigzag road full of pitfalls & thorns,
Please do not get frightened of my upheaval
And I give you my feeble shaky hand
As a suppliant for a piroutte!

*Dedication to my deceased Grandson 'Prabashwara' who bid Goodbye two days ago, I am sure that your lonely resting place full of fireflies and no darkness at all! May you rest in peace my darling son and I give you a little shout on & off! Your poor Grandma gave her kind regards too.