A glass of water
Cold and clear
For the thirsty glands.
A plate of rice
With salt as spice
For the hunger pangs.
A little shack for shed
With love and care
For the fatigue night long.
Dying on the streets
Never they got.
Wrecked and ripped
By unfair Gods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How awful think one side food and sufficient for the belly other side a dream of yesterday food eaten in fact tongue and intestine are linked Poverty creats Grassy tongue ....nice poem