From The Roof Tops You Cannot Say Who Lives In? Poem by nimal dunuhinga
From The Roof Tops You Cannot Say Who Lives In?
He writes to the Tax Collector;
'Sir!
I earn a little on weekly basis
The lump sum I get at the weekend
Half spend for medicine
of this sick World?
And the rest we all take a scanty meal
Organic you labled
But no strength
at least walk to the graveyard?
Sir!
Your Arithmetic is not fair
and still you believe
That one plus one
Equals to Eleven? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 2:27:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
that's very true indeed, well written poem here Nimal