Under the burning Sun in a corner of a busy road
He begs with a smile like an actor of a movie
And his till is full of notes,
Someone painted the money in different colours.
But the guy isn't happy like
As the soul is still empty and he doesn't know
What he wants?
The painter who knows about these mysterious notes?
* Really what the man wants?
The truly poor of this world are those who have empty souls. No amount of money could compensate a man for that. A very wise poem, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even the poorest of the poor wear a mask and many clowns are sad inside. I wonder why he painted the notes. It obviously didn't make him feel any better. Profound penning Nimal. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx