My Trade... Poem by Stephen Styris

I'm in a world,
Far away from honesty,
I'm in a different trade,
The only trade that may suit somebody...

I'm in a vice city,
Selling fine-quality mirrors,
I'm a salesman,
Selling mirrors to blind men...

I'm in a street,
Walking with books in my hands,
Trying to get a customer,
From among the illiterate strangers...

Now I'm a priest in search of a listener,
To find my final solution - a silent listener;
Lo! I'm finally here in a graveyard,
Speaking to dead men's ears...

By,
STEPHEN STYRIS,
Dolaigaon (Mazpara) ,
Bongaigaon College,