The poor woman who sleeps on the road given birth to the male twin babies? <br />It’s a mixture of emotions from great joy and curiosity to frustration and fatigue. <br />The helpless woman doesn’t worry of the infants’ unknown father. <br />And she used her crooked rusty scissors to cut the umbilical cords. <br />Fortunately they survived from bacterial Tetanus. <br />These innocents were born in the month of commemorating Christ’s birth. <br />Under the starry night sky she dreamed the infants’ father who came as a doctor from the heaven? <br />Taking a good look at the babies he rubs his nose and murmured “The rashes a Newborn’s skin appears, yellow discoloration of the jaundice skin, also the salmon pink patches, Mongolian spots on buttocks and irregular shape of the head complicates. <br />Please do not worry my darling I visit you everyday as usual and you must start breastfeeding from now onwards.” <br />She suddenly woke up after her catnap and she faintly remembered her dream and the wording “breastfeeding”. <br />She was very sad by seeing her own feeble breast and she found hardly her eagerly bitten nipples by one of her customers. <br /> <br /> <br />* I dedicate this poem to the Sri Lankan humble veteran journalist / film critic Mr.Ajith.Samaranayake who bade Goodbye to his sword-like pen on November 25,2006. (He victimized to the fatal dengue)<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-withered-flower-from-lower-depths/
