Quick on his toes
Squats on empty floor
Unmindful
Of millions of toes
Which cross the floor
Shaped the incense stick
Vigorously rolled on that floor
Lit it
Fixed on the bowl
Icon of Almighty
And off
Hands spread
To receive the alms
Not bothered
To have revealed the traits
Of his profession.
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I would like to translate this poem
Really nice poem. Sir i'm not good poet or critic then how can i comment on your poem. I can't judge other's talent becausee i'm not talented. From my heart i only wanna say ' Really nice poem '.