He Watch The Non-Restricted Marathon Sitting On The Star Class Hotel Roof Top!

Some barefooted
Some with their sport cars
Politicians in their Supersonic Jets
And some with knotty walking sticks!
Judgers watch the run from the sky in their Rockets.
Is this a melodramatic dream or a nightmare?
The poor vagabond got some coupons
For the luxury hotel from a Call girl!
And he reads the menu prined in golden letters.
Menu & prices subjects to change without notice.
We accept visa and master cards, no personal checks.
And sales Tax will be added.
Beer & Wine, dine in and take out?
Hot appetizers, soup, seafood, chicken
Pork & beef, fried rice, chow mein, chop suey
Egg food young and vegetables.
He's surprised the mixed vegetables
Cheaper than the other dishes
Named as 'Buddah's feast'
And he ordered that plate thinking of Nirvana!

* I have heard children whistle.I have heard teenagers whistle, but I do not hear many older people whistle.What a sad thing, but this doesn't have to be so.
-A song of God!

by nimal dunuhinga

Comments (1)

captivating poem here, it carries a mind awakening message.keep up the good poetry.