If the Boss says; 'I could have grant you three things.

Conical shape all the way
The tapered cone
Full of pop corns,
Do not run against the wind
Sweet birds would fly away!
Though it's named as 'Flower Road'
You walk in an off-season?
But the harmless bees in alert
Near the Garden of Hope!
And the forbidden tree still not matured
The tiny ripen fruits would take a little while to shine,
By the way if you hear a whisper from the Sky
That mutters of a promise!
Just humbly request my dear Sister & Brother,
A soft mattress, dreamy pillow and a sound sleep
That's more than enough in the peril!

* Thinking of the innocent victims of the Catastrophe in Japan.
If this is a solace?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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