To a cleaner
My words stop still
Thinking of you
My head stoops in reverence
And feel you so close to my heart
And yet so far -
Though there is no untouchability
Though there is no hatred
Yet never I embraced you
And never thought you as mine
One day I saw a king
washing your feet
you know it was just a showing -
What a great farce it was!
I've nothing to give you
I've nothing but a few words
With that I show my respects
And as usual regard you as my brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great feelings about cleaner/// superbly written this poem/// thanks for sharing