An old man for his bread selling waste papers,
Standing on the road with a hand driven cart,
Bundles of lies in old and stale newspapers,
But hidden below lied a few truths, works of art,
Selling all Science, History, fictions and Philosophy,
Side by side books on religion and pornography,
Though with half eyes on pornography I had a look,
Ignoring all my eyes stuck on a too old torn book,
The opening and ending pages of this book were lost,
Perhaps a book on how started the human life,
The ancient history and that too, in fog and frost,
Nothing I could grasp except a husband and a wife.
I purchased that book and brought it at home,
I thought and thought and added opening pages,
How happy I was, as if I had conquered the Rome,
I dreamed and dreamed and added ending pages,
And one day I was sold to the insects of my grave,
My soul, now a vagabond, visited the wastepaper seller,
Surprised between religion and porn was placed the knave,
One was purchasing an incomplete book. May he do better!
Surprised between religion and was placed the knave, One was purchasing an incomplete book. May he do better! hahahaahahaaa lol todays generation will buy whole soul and round gole ur a wonderful master JA SIR I wish to not to be fed to morons and maggots so cremate me as and when... amen Inshah ALLAH guys will love gole
wastepaper a nice poetic symbol and vehicle to underpin your message at several levels
A deeply contemplating work, my interpretation might be wrong, but I feel that man is a book, his first and last pages are never his, but the content of his life is what is written. Its interesting that a book of religion sits next to pornographic, one attempts to awaken the spiritual the other the animal. The detail of this work is stunning, the subject. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful highly imaginative poem. Another amazing write crafted by a brilliant mind.