A man simply waiting outside for the right moment till the electronic door opens.
But it's a public holiday and he knows nothing about holidays
As he's nearly senile.
He holds a chit prescribed by a famous doctor who practices in a lunatic asylum.
He waited there until tomorrow
And when the door opens he rushed inside.
He gave the prescription to the counter.
'I am sorry the capsules named 'Happiness' is out of date Grandpa!
But I can provide you a substitute named 'Sadness' a sugar coated pill.' A young salesgirl said.
* ' The time for bickering is over' The President insists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant! Your wicked sense of the absurd makes your point poetically and profoundly. Love this one. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥