The Noble Person Not Come Yet Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

The Noble Person Not Come Yet

Among dark street foot step till see light to all though it couldn't clever for see our sole
Rough wind blow through across sea candle flame off how fire like ever light over life
Fly among Celestial River between white foam like clouds bid from god see your kindly eye
The darkness in street went away from memory of you flame is turn on from wind blow

Mildness light could see suffering people be side of street beneath small hole like dwelling places
They are dry from beaming and wet from rain the noblest person not came to here for lectures
Go on knees children and widows with baby begging for hungry all though equally sun disk for universal
Oh like them one in thousand heart mourn offered one smile for them like my hearts

Every time by time they whispered to blow wind come soon for before dying see true of world
The along queue of vehicle and corner of street who will be watching they believed
Walking till foot store or turn to sweating till sees really human being can't be described
All though without seeing for how feel to them once upon day feel it like sad

Everyone together finding really truth could be make really dwelling places for living people
Fragmented every where for coming god for rescue people from suffering pain everything creative
Looking to the face from mirror and telling see through your luster eyes never like seen in life
I swear by my sign couldn't see in my eyes suffering people everything is be all right no hesitate

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people at the dark street
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