These free flyers at everyone’s door,
Carrying the messages and waiting quieter,
Safe in the envelope, sometimes in disguise,
Stapled and wrapped for the sticky eyes views,
Printed in thousands for the small discount,
The free flyers are around to persuade and sell,
Without uttering the words with intonation and squints,
Colorful on the glossy apron, flowers may regret,
Many have picked up and never opened to assess,
Thrown direct into the dustbin, not collecting rubbish,
A few may take these and gaze at it as the weeds,
A few will open these and compare from A to Z,
Go for shopping spree, sign and pay for trolley full,
The flyers are meant for a few, who have chosen to choose,
The cost is always included in our daily account sheets,
Whether we like it or not, the free flyers all around,
Pass the free messages in a single verse or in volumes,
The eyes of the free flyers have the eyes at our wallets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many have picked up and never opened to assess. Sometimes the back of the flyer is blank to scribble some lines. Particularly handy when short of paper. Beautiful poem. Thank you.