She is selling shingles,
singly on the sea-shore!
Poverty-stricken, poor,
pauper and penniless.
Tittle-tattle turns
round like a ring
around anything
she simply earns.
Whirling of whim
turns timid a toy.
Pure-pearl plays no ploy.
This holiness horrors him.
Haripada Haldar, you are really a poet-genius. I like your poems. Pure-pearl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice SHE ! But why him at the end? Perhaps a typo error!