A Joss stick and fragrant flowers

In front of your statue
I burn on the same altar
With a smell of incense
Among these soft tiny flowers.
And I realize that I convert into ashes very soon
As the flowers wither.
We never live together for a long,
And I hope we meet again someday
Somewhere beyond the sky?

A humble dedication to the poetess Sue Ann Simar

*Remember the sorrows of earth.Look with kindness on those who suffer, who struggles against difficulties, who drink of the bitterness of life.
-Prayer in time of need.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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