It's a rainy season here
But in some places no rain for years.
Mr.Driver, why did you choose this muddy road?
I am just only a mudguard to a politician's Limousine
And you are his paid servant.
There is no such a big difference between us
And we sustain on common grounds.
So, Mr. Chauffeur be flexible and avoid this nauseous road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very unique and very meaningful. Write on, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra