The poor woman who sleeps on the road given birth to the male twin babies?
It’s a mixture of emotions from great joy and curiosity to frustration and fatigue.
The helpless woman doesn’t worry of the infants’ unknown father.
And she used her crooked rusty scissors to cut the umbilical cords.
Fortunately they survived from bacterial Tetanus.
These innocents were born in the month of commemorating Christ’s birth.
Under the starry night sky she dreamed the infants’ father who came as a doctor from the heaven?
Taking a good look at the babies he rubs his nose and murmured “The rashes a Newborn’s skin appears, yellow discoloration of the jaundice skin, also the salmon pink patches, Mongolian spots on buttocks and irregular shape of the head complicates.
Please do not worry my darling I visit you everyday as usual and you must start breastfeeding from now onwards.”
She suddenly woke up after her catnap and she faintly remembered her dream and the wording “breastfeeding”.
She was very sad by seeing her own feeble breast and she found hardly her eagerly bitten nipples by one of her customers.


* I dedicate this poem to the Sri Lankan humble veteran journalist / film critic Mr.Ajith.Samaranayake who bade Goodbye to his sword-like pen on November 25,2006. (He victimized to the fatal dengue)

nimal dunuhinga

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