Wind bell

It's quite sad
I observed,
When there's wind
You make a melancholy note
Like an infant who cries for milk.
Otherwise very quiet as a hermit.
I too silent sometimes chum!
When I am happy.
But when the World goes upside down
My behavior is ridiculous like a clown.

* [ Boasting war makes a brave soldier into a hopeless lunatic.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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