Do you think it's enough
a single dropp of rain to clean
the dirty clothes and his soul?
The ragamuffin was in a rainforest
all his youth.
He opens his mouth
and waits for the rainy season
rest of his life.
The man already vamoose in a drought
and what's the purpose of searching his tomb
under the rainbow?
It's in vain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
niice description of a recluse, Nimal. i've met a few & this fits. 'the rainforest of his youth..' & the last line - was a great close. it does come down to vanity. Sus.