And I liked egg—today in hand,
Than hen tomorrow in dreamland;
I thought: the egg could hatch
Tomorrow more to fetch,
Not if in dreamland—it'd depend.
But my egg failed to hatch—
Not from a fertile batch,
And I looked at my smiling friend,
Looked too at the hen in his hand,
And wondered at his catch,
Which, appeared to say,
Mind not what proverbs may,
One without dreams walks empty hands.
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Humour | 07.12.2017 |
Ha ha ha Very well thought, indeed humorous with a serious punch line at the end.10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course humorous with those interesting ending lines
Thank you Indiraji, you may like to read my piece on 'Humour' written in 2009 and recently dug out by Dr Swain.