Piccaninny And Her Ramshackle Pianoforte Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Piccaninny And Her Ramshackle Pianoforte
Her consumptive father is a shoeshine in the particular railway station
And her infidel mother goes out late in the evening,
Dilly-dally in the dim-light streets.
The child prodigy who plays her shaky piano, Mom has picked from a junk yard on a full moon day.
You could hear faintly in the twilight when sun hides,
The sad theme in low pitch of the bursting ghetto.
The darkness, hunger, poverty, penny-pinching, malnutrition, malpractices, hooliganism and et cetera.
Her transparent soul plays well as a maestro.
It's not a miracle if a kind-hearted drunkard politician peeps to the scenario who loves the classical music.
*Dedication to the Brazilian authoress Caroline Maria de Jesus who wrote 'The child of darkness'.
Very moving and evocative. I can see the poem picture and hear the music. Wonderful write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:02:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is beautiful Nimal. It reminds me of the story of George Shearing, the famous jazz musician who was born blind in Battersea in the slums of South England. His mom bought him a piano for ten pounds when he was small and he grew up to become one of the most brilliant and well known jazz pianists in the world! Your Piccaninny and her ramshackle pianoforte' is indeed a fine story told by a fine story teller. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥