Where All The Poor In The Village Were Buried? Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Where All The Poor In The Village Were Buried?
Is this a cemetery?
The Gypsy Tinker, Negro Blacksmith, Grey-bearded Barber, One eyed Arabian butcher, Native Hangman & the family and the rest of all hide somewhere,
Nobody knows to point out so and so as no tombs were found there.
The flat graves show their innocence and poverty.
'Where is she? ' Hangman asks.
Butcher says; 'All are here brother and they are in a deep sleep.'
Hey! Now it's a playground for the children being a promise of the deceased dumb Mayor.
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5/6/2024 1:07:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent poem painting. Perhaps, these poor souls might think of the happy children as a symbol that life, fragile as it is, still goes on. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra