Two Poems In One Letter Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Two Poems In One Letter
[The single child next door talking eyes widow who reads her anonymous letter to my beloved wife.]
I am an icicle,
So far better in the refrigerator
But when my Master
Takes me to his tumbler
Oh! I'll be again water!
I grabbed the mighty wind
But when I woke up
It's my dreamy painful pillow!
[Never keep any regrets in this short life and snatching a small bucket of water from the vast Ocean, won't be a sin! - Lalith my brother and best friend.]
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4/19/2024 4:40:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fascinating and intriguing.....the concluding note is interesting as well....it won't matter if we grab a bucket of water from the vast ocean simple because it is perpetually replenished, ...isn't that the reason? ...afterall, if all of mankind took a bucketful and it was NOT replenished, we probably could walk through it like some other desert by now. Very cute thought about the poor icicle...it will be dissolved into it's master's water and cease won't it? Very intriguing grabbing the wind and it being the pillow for painful dreams...quite fascinating.