A glimmer of a dull flower

She blooms secretly in an unflappable graveyard and who sympathizes for the immature except a grave-digger?

She dreams of a soft hearted butterfly and stagnates with the dead souls.

Who understands her soft-spot, language and the soggy heart?

So-and-so, a hooligan may rest for a while after a nightcap, until he gets sober.

Be watchful my dear specially on curfew days.

This is the true nature of the atmosphere and we all are born to decay!

But it's immaterial; be steady my sibbling.

Flowers are not asphalts for the highway limousines.

Dedication to the current rivals in the War Zone in Lebanon and bless for a peaceful negotiation as soon as possible!

- Nimal Dunuhinga