A sprinkle rain falls over the tin roof <br />and the rattling goes on. <br />Early in the morning <br />the old wet cuckoo sings an omen on a cypress tree. <br />His spring fever never allow him to wake up. <br />Through the tiny shattered window <br />he sees the mild Sun struggles in the sky <br />like the innocent lover who peeps at the next door. <br />She never respect his toleration <br />and a letter came today <br />like a token; saying that she found <br />a new path to the eternity. <br />He responded; thank you honey <br />I expected this stalemate since a long time <br />and I enclosed a currency note <br />the expenses for your journey. <br />If it's not enough, please do not hesitate to ask more.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-not-a-red-letter-day/
