Yesterday,
I went to a restaurent
with my some friends
to have a formal level brakefast
we were aware of the expenditure
thus, i ordered some petties and a coke,
and, we started our handsome meal,
unaware of what is going to be happened
meanwhile,
an old man in his seventies
came and begged for a coin
as soon as I came outside
I thought, is he not eligible of
eating in KFC
i took him inside, though he insisted,
and have him served a good meal,
and thought in myself,
the real India lies in him,
not in those who are there in KFC.
ca
great message behind the poem a clever write to show the evils out
Yes, the real India resides within him......iip In America, we call it barn yard buzzard.
You so lovely and wise person...good pen and good heart make all good_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here usage of KFC by yours is a sign of ur skillful mind, how boldly u exposed the societal economical issue...kudos