Cruising out at dawn with smiley faces
they show figures of happy people
with riches in appearance
they turn the world into their foothold
Saying what is not as is
They're what you know but don't know
But I've learnt of them
that faces at dawn are of hungry nights
off poor livelihood
with poverty in disguise
they are the filth of the world
I've learnt of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully crafted with sense in it, , loved it.. clear good 10 No wonder for Saturday,11th July 2020 look no puzzled when dark clouds drizzle it is a taste for your patience and an ability to pick the sense Hasmukh Mehta