In the long procession,
Many people were walking,
All of them were weeping,
But at the end of it
I saw a little boy,
He was very innocent
And he was walking
With a smiling face,
I asked him,
"Why are you smiling? "
Indifferently he said,
"I don't know
The meaning of this procession."
which minister dieded god bless the boy for his ignorance and BLISS
Remarkable write on the innocence of a little boy. Very well expressed in a simple way. Thanks for sharing, Anjandev.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As that of the child We are also part of The processions that we are not sure of. only thing to do is smiling