It was late afternoon at the Shopping Mall, crowded with shoppers, when the distraught Banta dashed to a phone and called a cab. Then he stood there outside until the taxi drove up.
'Where to Sir? ' the driver asked.
'Just keep driving around the parking lot.' he answered. 'I`m afraid I`ve lost my car again.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem