The air swirls
Of Summer and sunshine
On a prestine
Sunday's morning.
My joyeeta
Wakes up
All curled up
Amongst the warmth of life.
The smell of milk tea
And cheap cigarettes
Feels uplifting.
We suddenly feel
The burdens of Life
Like bills to pay
And affordable schooling
For our children.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem