Residue Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Residue

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The wayfarer you must be tired now.
Here the inn to get a rest for a while.
Don't be scared, on your wearisome journey
there is no any weighbridge to weigh
your sins or merits?
Please do not look at me in a sarcastic way.
Yes I am a wrongdoer and I sleep with every soul
till the candle burns
as I cannot abandon my dreary inn
and who gives me the warmth in this solitary life?
Am I a waxwork?
I too feel thirst and hunger.
On the way if you have any doubt of leftovers
please do not hesitate to visit me again.
You are always welcome my dear.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Tanguay 25 June 2006

To a tired wayfarer ending a long journey, the waxworks come alive and speek. To comfort a lonesome soul in his travels

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Emma Johnson 22 June 2006

A pilgrimage into Realism with a symbolic turn. Susie.

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Joseph Daly 22 June 2006

This is a special one my friend. The language speaks of pity (not self - pity) and the flow of the work takes us though that feeling. Yet it is not a sad poem, rather it is unbiased towards an emotion. There is also something different about this that is a departure from your work to date. You seem to have hit on a new way of expressing a narrative. Whatever, it still contains the beauty and thought that you put into your work.

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Sandra Fowler 22 June 2006

You put your soul into this one. You gave yourself away in words quite effectively.. Beautiful work, my friend. Sandra

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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