Storm Behind The Silence! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.]-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Seated roadside
on the pavement
but not a meditation?
No lip movements
and a silent song.
Tin-till stands for alms?
Bony fingers play the mandolin
a melancholy tune.
Coloured vehicles stop
to the red signal light
and move fast
when green winks.
Pedestrians too busy with their
daily activities?
Beautiful beggarmaid
like a sculpture!
Leave the sorrowful music aside
But at least to your unique beauty
why they do not stop for a while and
say hello sister!

*For Carol with a tear dropp in my paining heart O we missed you!

nimal dunuhinga