A smile from the East
Dying man he is
searching for a cup of water
Water is there and cup is there
None is there to give them thee
His throat and tongue cried for that
He is motionless as a broken idol
His wife and children are there to cry and
his friends and pals are talking there
His thirst and need cannot be expressed
He died with thirst with their weeps and cry
What is there? and what did they do?
At his last thirst in his last bed
Car and money girl and friends
will do nothing there
Your own will and heart has to be blessed
to have your needs in your last bed
He will smile from the East and
He will warn you
If you realize you will be a safer
Sakthi S Ravichandran
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem