Nocturnal nod!

Truthfulness!
She wears her transparent nightgown
without an underpant
under the starry night
and I see the World's end?
On the way back
along the same road
Falsehood sleeps on the roadside
groaning!
and I feel sorry for her.
The drunkard old politician
scratching his ringworm
sings under a lamp-post
'We need both of them'
and a retired Lawyer
of his faded uniform
claps to the tune!

nimal dumnuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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