On his birthday the poor farmer dreams <br />After decades of bitter fighting with crops. <br />He's raised on grass <br />But now he sees the pasture <br />A barren land, <br />And faraway ruined tomb of his poem like wife. <br />The offspring abandoned the fruitful soil <br />And ran away to the colorful Town. <br />He's alone and bedridden <br />But still bit comfortable on his hay mattress. <br />Who lit hundred candles on this dark cake; Is it the World's end? <br />And he firmly believes that his beloved wife celebrates her intimate companion's centenary.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hundred-candles-lit-in-the-wind/
