Poverty ornamental brewing soul walks in the Pepper tree lane
And a far away tall chimney carries off smoke to the wistful sky
Like his wistful thinking.
Hardly he got into an omnipotent bus that goes to an unreal destiny.

I would like this to be windswept, if I know the whereabouts of the songbird Susie.Gharib?


*[ They have pierced my hands and my feet, they have counted all my bones.]

nimal dunuhinga

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wayfarer-seeks-his-ancestors-in-a-tombless-graveyard/