I saw with open eyes
Singing birds sweet
Sold in the shops
For people to eat,
Sold in the shops of
Stupidity Street.
I saw in vision
The worm in the wheat,
And in the shops nothing
For people to eat;
Nothing for sale in
Stupidity Street.
I remembered the title of the poem, checked it this morning, sun-bright after rain shower last night, found this verse in Poem-hunter website, pleased by the quirk of unreliable memory which took me seven decades back, thought of animals, birds, insects - fellow-creatures we call 'jantu's in Sanskrit, as a tribute to Life - and decided to write my own verse on 'Stupidity World' as a salute to R. Hodgson. Shall also read some poems of William Blake.
I hope u post your poem that you will be making up. i'm too old to listen to simple poems like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i read this poem when i was in class Nine that time i became deep into this internal core of meaning. so now i am in Post Graguation now i have been read this poem and gone deep like when i was in class Nine.