The road overseer caught me; 'Hey! You are not a stone and why you hide here
and you'll be melt soon with asphalt? '
'That's great Sir, if nobody wants me at least I could help in road making unless you request my valid papers.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very ironic.Excellent satire, Nimal. Take care. Kind regards, Sandra