Shoestring as a Necktie and I hurried for the interview

Jumped into the doubledecker
And go to the Lunatic Asylum
For the Security Officer interview,
An old Man seated beside me, smiled
And he's very familiar.
'Hey! Young boy you must be working to a space project
I can trace from your face if I am not mistaken?
Where were all these night stars
Hide in daytime? '
Both of us got down at the same bus stop!
He proceeded to the outpatient ward
And I stood in front of the office.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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