The hunchback old beggar who taps the earth with his knotty walking stick and he smiles.
His toothless innocent smile resembles an infant.
'Papa is you talking to someone? '
'Yes my son, each pebble has its own dialect and query the same question.
Does the learned man overthrow the death? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching. I love the thought of each pebble having its own dialect. I am happy to know that Siluna is happy and safe. Be well, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra