On the wayside, a piece of paper lies
The wind blows from afar
Carries it up and down with its pace
People walk on the way,
least bothering.
But, a boy in a wretched dress,
stares at it in sadness.
He takes it and writes on it
Love is more true than hunger.
Pastes it on the wall, and
walks away with a sigh.
People come and pass there,
looking at it with a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
please read as stares at as editing is not easy .