A whisper in the venturesome pilgrimage

I remember my golden school days.
An attractive girl and her toothy smile.
She gets angry sometimes
When I ask her what toothpaste she prefers.
Perhaps the time brings us to a standstill?
And I became a pupil in the life-school.
She looks after her children with all the burdens.
We met accidentally on a rainy day.
'Hey! You look like a whizz-kid.'
She told me with that toothy smile.
'Thank you Blossom' I replied.
'You still remember my name.'
'How can I forget a fragrant flower? '
'How are your wife and family? '
'I don't have that sort.'
'Still a bachelor? '
'Yes Madam.'
'I am a widow.' She whispered.
Then I felt like the whole world collapsed on me!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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