His looks are of a fool,
But talks like a wise one,
His mouth might stench,
But his words are of truth.
A will listed with treasure paths,
'Treasures from where' shouted one from the among,
His moves are made with a think,
At least most are out standing.
His words are spoken in a poetic way,
His beliefs are far from human kind,
'A fool indeed' saying one from the among,
A fool who's wish is grant.
A will made offspring a fool,
Filled with wisdom,
A will for the best,
Regarding is beloved son.
'Son the time is in your hand,
Mine is done; the gold and silver has been waiting,
Your path will be filled with my blessings,
'A son of a fool' most would say.
Very interesting. I like the passion here. Beautiful work, keep on writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fool is not found out until he opens his mouth to speak. Meddle or be in the company of fools then thou shalt become as one of them. Good write.