Mon Mar 31..........2014 Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Mon Mar 31..........2014

[ From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him; Yet nor the lays of birds, not the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.]-William Shakespeare



A slight drizzle with scattered icicles
Gloomy morning mist sings
the farewell song of March.
A bird whistles on a tree top
to the April fools!
'The World has changed into
a long lasting peace treaty
and the dangerous arms
in a grand auction to whom?
I pulled a puff of the damp air
into my patchy lungs
and how cool it is?
I scribbled with my little finger
on the misty window.
'Oh! This radical boy
will be 63 in April somehow! '
My beloved sits behind me and she
passed a remark;
'How could a Grandpa becomes a boy? '
Then I said; 'If you're ready
I could have supplied a dozen of strong boys
for the World cup Soccer in Brazil'
She smiled like an April flower!

Scribbled this today at the Bank of America in Wellesley Hills, Massachusetts

nimal dunu