Beyond The Wetlands An Isolated Poplar Tree!

This is Home for the elders but my Halcyon cottage is faraway? An old man older than me who murmurs while sitting on a bench. I smiled with him and he too smiled. He called me 'My younger brother! ' Afterwards he started reading this passage from his notebook; 'Beyond the Wetlands an isolated Poplar tree, When Flamingoes gather in the Twilight She brings my broken handle mug to the bench and it's like this. She pours the black bitter beer with a plate of black olives and feta cheese. She's the one who tastes first and grumbles O it's really bitter, then I say certainly like life? Those golden days never come my brother Flamingoes flew over the Wetlands and I am here? The latest film script for my poet friend Premji! nimal p.dunuhinga