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That train was ready for departure

Young and old passengers
with their heavy bags
jumped into the compartments.
And he's alone
A small haversack
on his back.
Somebody checks his season ticket
And an argument with the conductor?
He explains it's an old used ticket;
But the poor fellow grumbles
That he's never been to anywhere
in his lifetime?

[Always consider yourself a first-class citizen of the world.No one deserves better treatment than you.]-Dad

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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The bus ticket

They meet very often in the bus
But she never talks.
He goes to work from the club
And she goes to a music class.
I saw he scribbles on the bus ticket
And he's a born gambler that everybody knows,
So I imagined that he could have written something like this;
'Am I the Joker in your playing cards
Tell my dear Queen of hearts? '
I feel sorry for her when I came to know that she cannot speak.
Then I wrote few lines on my bus ticket for her.
Are you serious or is it a gamble?
I hide the trump if you give up the spendthrift
And start a new life together.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Ticket To The Moon

Remember the good old 1980s?
When things were so uncomplicated?
I wish I could go back there again
And everything could be the same.
Ive got a ticket to the moon
Ill be leaving here any day soon
Yeah, Ive got a ticket to the moon
But Id rather see the sunrise in your eyes.
Got a ticket to the moon
Ill be rising high above the earth so soon
And the tears I cry might turn into the rain
That gently falls upon your window
Youll never know.
Chorus:
Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon)
Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon)
Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon).
Fly, fly through a troubled sky
Up to a new world shining bright, oh, oh.
Flying high above
Soaring madly through the mysteries that come
Wondering sadly if the ways that led me here
Could turn around and I would see you there
Standing there (and I would see you there, waiting...)
Ticket to the moon
Flight leaves here today from satellite two
As the minutes go by, what should I do?
I paid the fare, what more can I say?
Its just one way (only one way)...
Repeat chorus:
Repeat chorus:

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Payroll and the obedient servant's redress

His name was not in the paymaster's list and the whole wage has deducted for his food & lodging.
Where he goes to compensate?
He sleeps under the huge thorny money tree
But the bitter fruits are not ripen yet.
Though he waits for the coming season
Yet he has to re-validate his torn season-ticket.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Going For A Song

By mistake a scatterbrain won a scholarship and he thought it was a season ticket.
In a train he met a skeptic
Who goes to the same college?
They became very friendly and he grabbed all his money without hypnotizing.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A bitter pill implies where I belong

I signed the back of a lottery ticket, filled the name and address clearly.
The night is sleeping but still I am awake in a Gas station to fulfill the boisterous vehicles.
I hear a whisper in my decaying wallet.
'Hey! Dear this is not the winning ticket exactly but a day would be appeared and bring you the lucky chance soon.' The lottery muttered.
After a lazy yawn I speak to myself;
'Nowadays the papers talk much while the poor people shut their mouths as nothing to put in for digest.'

* To Gheorghe Zamfir!
Your divine magical pan flute's notes impress me how to grab the fleeing life?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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One way ticket

And this was printed on the freedom train ticket
Which goes to hell.
- Counterfeiters will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law-
Poor man smiled.

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There it goes the express yellow School bus

Like a bird it flies with soft souls
And the matured feels like a wrong detainee holds the book; Fannie Flagg's 'Fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe'
Stands at a lonely bus stop.
His torn season ticket seems to be not valid to get a comfortable seat
And he left behind like a desperate hornet
Who seeks fragrant flowers in an off-season.

*Let heavy rains fall into the Australian bush fire to survive of this catastrophe!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Gifted Ticket Taken

With a gifted ticket taken,
Anyone can go to places...
With a price already paid.

With a gifted ticket taken,
It becomes easier to get away.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
One will discover it's okay...
To get onboard,
And explore the unknown.

With a gifted ticket taken,
No one is bored.
Or feel they have ignored their trials.
Or chores expected to soothe with smiles,
Upon the faces awaiting to take full credit.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
All onboard...
Are ready to tour.
With a freeing off their backs,
Attractions carried that attacked.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
All onboard...
Are never bored,
With a freeing off their backs...
And with a sigh of satisfaction.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...
To get that taste anyone can salivate.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...
To get that taste anyone can salivate.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...
To get that taste anyone can salivate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Samsara

Oh! I watch this wonderful game in a lonely park.
A millionaire strikes a small ball with his iron club
And it flies to infinity,
He goes behind that happily.
The poor sinner caddy too crawls towards him
with a heavy bag that full of debts on his oblique shoulder.

*[ The endless journey, what 'Buddha' explains; cycle of unlimited births & deaths.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Promises in high standard!

My Motto is your Goodwill!
I would like to see each citizen
with good health, wealth and prosperity.
If I come to the power by chance
At least I give a small jet to each & every citizen
who could see Mars and If you like to work there you could bring foreign currency to our land?
Those who have not seen the stars in day light
This may be a Golden opportunity for them
And please make a cross in front of my precious photograph
on your ballot paper chum!

*['I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered
my nightmares because of my dreams.']- Jonas Salk

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Trembling leaves of the money tree

Poor souls pray beneath the tree,
If a strong wind comes
Leaves would be scattered
And they can pick into their bags.
Yes, the storm came but leaves are still there
And the poor souls blown away!

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Ticket On A Ferry Ride

By jeff barry and bobby bloom
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I wonder if she knows
That I dont really want to go, oh no
I still love her so.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I never though the day
Would come when I would say good bye this way
Wanted so to stay.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I still love her so.
Dont really wanna go.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I wonder if she knows
That I dont really have to go, oh no
I still love her so.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride, ah.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride (repeat).

song performed by by Monkees
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Buttercups under the flamboyant trees beside the lake

The old ferryman waits at the river bank
for passengers?
But only one he sees
A lass with a cane basket,
Who believes that his old fiancee's
eldest daughter?
In this off season no more buttercups
But the old flamboyant trees still stand
They only know their past friendship.
Though he grips the oars well
Yet he couldn't hold the ancient faded love?

[One does not pour new wine into old skins.]-Jesus

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You know the actor John Garfield? In one movie he walked up to this train station, the ticket booth, and the guy says, 'Yes, where are you going?' And he says, 'I want a ticket to nowhere.' I thought: that's it. The freedom to do that. I want a ticket to nowhere.

quote by Wayne Shorter
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A flower blooms in the Railroad

I lost my return ticket but the train won't delay for me
And it's already departed in time.
We met on the platform and she invited me to her hideous world.
She goes out early in the morning and comes back late at night
But I have no any objections as it's her independent job.
I never call you a whore my dear because you gave me the life again.

* Some flowers give a rare fragrance and nobody knows the reason?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The isolated Stable, My hardbitten days with a Pony and Cinema Theatres!

Whenever I pass the old stable here
While dropping my beloved wife
To the Day Care Center,
On the way back I stop for a while.
Oh! Poor Race Horses in the Victorian Era
Now very old and hard to neigh
Really I could count their ribs.
I am sorry That I couldn't bring you something to eat
Because I am out of a billet now.
Looking for a job and ckeck the vacancies everyday
That's written in the sky?
Not much Horse dung here otherwise I could have clean them voluntarily.
I flew back to my hard days Pony in an Amusement Park.
Borrowing my brother's Nikon F2 Mechanical camera
I took photos of the flowery children on horeseback
Developed and printed them in my life's dark room
Sold them cheaper at their doorsteps.
Out of few Rupees a lump sum to poor jockey
And a bag of brown sugar to the Pony.
Besides my beloved's pregnant for the eldest
And hardly she made snacks with wheat flour, slightly mixed with chillie powder.
Midnight we packed them into our friendly cellophane bags
And early in the morning I jumped to a Double-decker
Carrying the stuff in my old haversack to the Magnetic Cinema Theatres in the City!

* To my poet fiend Premji!
Here's my poor film script for your true-dream film, hope that should go to all the film festivals Worldwide one day!

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The worthless stuff

I work here in a Gas station
As a Sales Associate.
But collect the trash bags
from the bins too
A part of my job?
When I remove the heavy bags
The kind customers dump?
My innocent thoughts flew without wings
to my bygone golden school days!
I love that old man we call him 'Charlie uncle'
Who collects garbage and look after the ground.
O that attractive Teacher for Literature
who wears Indian Cashmere saris at all
and she got dimples on her both cheeks
when she smiles!
One day she questioned me; 'Nimal you want to be a writer
Lawyer or a Doctor? '
'Yes Teacher, I would like to be a writer
If not a Scavenger? ' I replied happily.

To that uncle charlie & the Literature teacher!

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I've Got a Golden Ticket

I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden twinkle in my eye

I never had a chance to shine
Never a happy song to sing
But suddenly half the world is mine
What an amazing thing

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
It's ours, Charlie
I've got a golden sun up in the sky

I never thought I'd see the day
When I would face the world and say
Good morning, look at the sun
I never thought that I would be
Slap in the lap of luxury'
Cause I'd have said it couldn't be done
But it can be done

I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless, it's there that I'm
Shortly about to be

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it's a golden day

Good morning, look at the sun'
Cause I'd have said it couldn't be done
But it can be done

I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless, it's there that I'm
Shortly about to be

'Cause I've got a golden ticket'
Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it's a golden day

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Citizen of Earth

His loose-leaf travel document
All the relevant pages
Smudged with his tears?
And the cataract eyed sentry questioned;
'What's your name? '
'Man'
'Surname?
'Human'
'Religion? '
'Humanity'
'This seems to be a forged passport
And you can go back to your place
Where you have come from.'
Poor Man mutters;
'My poor Mom already buried
And the jolly good father escaped
from earthly burdens,
No next of Kin or a faithful relative
Why all these barriers,
Rusty barbed wires and bacterial tetanus?
I am a citizen of Earth
And he whispers his favorite song of S.D.Burman's
Sentry listens the strange dialect;
'Ahi kuro hai
Safuno hoghi theri
Aradhana................................ ....'

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An Evening at the Coffee House nearby Fishery!

Old Mahogany Grandfather clock here
Struck to say it's exactly seven!
Rusty wind peeps through the broken windows
That's really nauseous,
Faraway tossing boats
And in the deep sea Sun dips
without a Life-jacket?
Seagulls rest on the breakwater
And a vibrating song echoes of Louis Armstrong's
'O what a wonderful World and dark sacred nights'
Shrunk golden tea leaves struggle
To give their taste of Paradise
But they're frustrated it seems
As the tiny coffee beans brewed
And mesmerized the strange customers
Providing their bitter taste of oblique life?
On his way home,
A drunken poor sailor
Stopped for a while
And he offers a citation ticket
for his twelve ounce cup of coffee
and a Doughnut?
Midnight!
It's totally dark here
without the unlit Lighthouse?

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