A charming poor girl asked from her blind mother;
'Mom! I like to taste an ice cream
Is that the same flavour of our hot tears? '
Then her sickly aged father replied;
'No my little parakeet daughter
Rich they sing in their new tune
it's a fruity taste in heaven
Who knows? '
nimal p.dunuhinga
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem