He stands at a Roundabout,
A white placard of black letters
And with a strap around his neck
It exhibits an advertisement of a new pay loan Center.
The poor chap's dance is very attractive
And I approached him pussyfoot.
I called him; 'Brother, for three things I came to you,
Firstly, you resemble my deceased loving brother once the bread-winner of our poor family.
Secondly, I am very inquisitive about the loan.
Thirdly, I am jobless and seeking a position to survive.
But I cannot dance like you and I am not belong to your soil; a different planet
Where I have come from?
So my dance would be typical and I am scared even to my oblique shadow.
Just imagine dear, when somebody is in hunger what about his dance? '
* my humble dedication to the poetess Dove Allen
What you see from your personal window on the world is always unique and meaningful.10 without hesitation. Warm regards, Sandra
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Your descriptions are magical. They show the reader your world and invite him/her to listen to your mind. Your circumstances must be very trying Nimal. Thank God you have your pen to comfort you. Another fine poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥