Then our world moved away slowly under our feet;
A barebacked child mopped the floor under our seats
A fifty -paise coin glistened in his hungry eyes
Like the broken sun found in the muddy puddle
That had formed in yesterday’s wind and rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fifty -paise coin glistened in his hungry eyes Like the broken sun found in the muddy puddle...meaningful metaphor...short but a great write