'Round trip to heaven and we sell cheaper tickets here.'
'Buy one get one free.'
'Delicious chicken soup without bones.'
'We provide lucrative jobs and doors are always open here-Job Agency.'
Oh! I am really fed up of these rolled gold sign boards and I saw the teasing painted dolls under street lamps in rivalry for their living.
Not much for spiritual eyes to behold. But everyone, I suppose, is just trying to survive in their own way. Take care, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The irony of your poor 'painted dolls' is poignant, Nimal. They certainly can't afford neon signs to tout their wares. 'The angry road' is a particularly compelling metaphor. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥