A man in rags
with his garbage bag
prays on a side walk
under a tree- -
His bag contains
a mix of things
to trade it for his midnight meal
He stands in prayer
without a care
upon an open box
oblivious of the rush of life
across the other side- -
The moonlight filters through the leaves
and rests upon the face so pure
The lonely form
engrossed in prayer
under the open sky- - -
He stands and bends
and then prostrates
before the lord divine
until he sits with folded knees
with hands raised up in prayer
The garbage bag, the rags and grime
are lost some where in time -
A lonely form
engrossed in prayer
under the open sky- - -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem