A Hunchback warrior who waits at a bus stop
The usual murmur of the sea breeze fades away; ' The Ocean is great; but you cannot sip a little dropp of water.'
And it seemed since morning till evening he waited for the bus.
How does he takes a bus as the poor guy has no any idea of his destination?
And he carries a heavy bag that full of gloomy nightmares.
* A hymn to the battlefields all over the World.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga

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