I Met An Honest Man In This Precarious World Poem by nimal dunuhinga

I Met An Honest Man In This Precarious World



Yes, on the street
While I was idling
He sleeps on the road happily
And he said very politely;
'Brother I tell you frankly
I don't know how to write my name properly.'
I shouted 'Ureka! And I met an honest person
His name is Man.'

*' I can't help living in a society that pays the Rolling Stones more than its Prime Minister.'
-Paul Simon

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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