In some walks of life
Desire of dispenser
Sometimes over power
The receiver's wants.
Greasing of a palm
Cuts time,
Keeps the wheels rolling
And spreads smile to both.
In countries on upper scale
The fabric is woven in silk
But jute attires are quite common
In the roads and bye lanes of earthly lands.
Some say, age old practice have been
A component of our blood.
Those who disagree, know
Cancer is an incurable disease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
smile and love be spread..