The Tenth Month Of The Year Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The Tenth Month Of The Year

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Here comes October with a little lull
And he feels the fall gets ready to soothes his everlasting dreams.
Someone plucks the strings of his old lute
But he has to sing the same old song
That lust becomes stale.
The pythoness of sorrow grabbed his soul eagerly
And he is only a stalemate on the chessboard of decaying life.

[ I remember the history says in Russia the revolution started in October 25,1917 the Bolsheviks gained the power by overthrowing the Kerenski provisional government.]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison Cassidy 10 October 2007

Your use of metaphor is sublime, Nimal. A fascinating poem about history and irony and autumn light. One of your best. love, Allie xxxx

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Sandra Fowler 01 October 2007

Sadness raised to the level of art. Very genuine and uniquely yours as always. Wishing you a happy October in spite of this pensive mood. As always, Sandra

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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