'Hey! My buddy what's your name please? ' kingfisher questioned from a leafless tree top.
'My name is small king in the muddy pond.' tiny fish replied humbly.
'Oh! Then we are in the same genius family it seems and let's fly together to see our kind neglected relatives abroad.' The scallywag kingfisher requested politely.
Tiny fish sings in the flight; 'Oh! What an amazing sunrise in the broken sky when the depressive election drew nearer.'
* Tiny fish grumbles to publish this in the site as a dedication for the Labor day.
Quite a dedication.I wonder if these cynical fishes will care enough to cast a vote in the upcoming election? Only time will tell. Once again, your rich imagination carries the day. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nimal, I continue to marvel at your boundless creativity and your unique sense of humor. A morality tale written with flair and originality. Brilliant. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥