something happened to me today
Went somewhere for stuff of the day
I usually do not pay attention much
if I carry much money or such
my purse was with me alright
I held it with usual casual might
no way anyone would get to it
cos I was aware of it throughout
From stall to stall I walked
I stopped to purchase stuff I sought
The aroma was inviting through-out
Busy indeed this market I thought
I bought some stuff, I paid the seller
I walked from one stall to another
looking at what the grocers display
Thinking what would I need that day
When it was time to pack and leave
I checked my purse, I cant believe...
a wad of dough was not there before
where did it come and what is it for?
Today is a strange day indeed
I cant explain who did the good deed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem