Geetha was on shopping spree with her husband
And he was struggling to meet her demands
He borrowed her mobile to talk to his friend
To ask whether his credit card he would lend.
He was walking on the street
Busy talking without seeing where
he is landing his feet
And fell into an open manhole
Making his wife’s face turn pale.
Geetha screamed for help
And a policeman near her stopped
She shouted, “I lost my mobile,
My husband fell while talking on it, into manhole! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem