My Paparazzi friend with his Nikon camera
He brings me a Photograph
Half cut Papaya fruit with its seeds
And he wants me to write something underneath
For his Photographic Exhibition.
I scribbled;
'Oh! This undernourished poor Mom!
How she bore such myriad infants
in her tiny Womb and who knows
Whether they become fair Citizen or strange Politicians?
*Humbly to a matured poetess Sri Devi in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga

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