Still he can remember that he met her in the Sunday school.
She comes gingerly with her tawny parasol.
One sunny morning he was passing the soldier uncle’s poultry farm
It’s the narrow path heading towards the isolated graveyard.
She smiled with him but not her usual smile.
Something was hidden and that’s obliging.
He said ‘ if the bible is heavy I’ll give my hand Jenny’.
Her name is Jennifer something.
She looked down and kept quiet.
Under the tearful gloomy sky on the Good Friday,
He saw the new boy like a meteor in blue denims
Who was enrolled to Jennifer’s class?
The Easter Sunday in the morning special prayers
Her face like an Easter colored egg.
This cowboy has stolen her precious heart and on that particular long night
He dreamed Judas was crucified haphazardly.
Dedication to my scholar poet Ian!
nimal dunuhinga
