Where i come from is an odd world
Doctors apply salt and acid to a wound
And the wounded smile joyously
Mechanics wreck cars
And in delight car owners pay gladly for the 'service rendered'
It's a very strange place fellas
Cooks prepare an undercooked meal
And everyone guzzle it with gusto
And its a naked secrete
Our fire fighters are serial culprits of the constant arson cases
Yet they are called for help In the times of an Inferno
If one questions such strange happenings
They treat him in a strange way
Regard him as a stranger; like an outcast
Take him for a person operating with a brain set upside down
I can bet the last drop of my blood
If they read this
They shall consider it a strange piece
And deal with me in a strange way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem