I am by the way side
Near the harbour under a coconut tree
I watch a bird flying by
In its beak clutched his catch
I saw a blind man gropping his way
His tummy groaning for food
And a mad man
Singing his soliloquy
In his tattered attire
The world is churning all
In its stomach
And wearing a smile
That humanity is allowed
To prowl in the wild
Of those less privileged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when was it written also well done and it was nice that u thought about other people