A gloomy picture in a slice of life

An orphan in the dormitory stares through the lower window
And he saw one of his colleagues sitting on the campus lawn bench.
She hums his favorite song; 'The green green grass of home...'
He waves but she continues on humming without any notice.
She holds a Braille not a Mandolin
And he realized the situation.
He murmurs to himself ' Oh! My somber idol I would like to to be a perfect Sun forever into your dark World.'

* [How beautiful the garden was, how alive.To see its small things grow big, change, and wither; and new little things come again in the same endless, unceasing cycle.]

'The Thorn Birds'
-Colleen McCullough

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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