Paint The Hell Colourful To Compete The Paradise Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[“Only in complete silence, will you hear the desert.”]― Anonymous Bedouin



Blow a gentle wind
for this tiresome journey
recite that long poem
to get a sound sleep
in your bosom.
Your finger tips
turn into a mild eraser
to delete few sins if any?
And give me the courage
to walk straight along this bending road
and the desert be full of Oasis
for this Bedouin and the life long partner Camel.
I take out my precious lute
and we sing together that Nomadic lyric;
'so come on now
nomadic you, nomadic me. I am walking on my knees
nomadic you, nomadic me. a lot of things to see
I got a ticket for a nowhere ride,
everyday I have been a bit outside
nomadic you...................'
Then the faraway Aldebaran star in the night sky
definitely show us the Paradise!