For a Few Coins
Shambling along a dirt road,
I come across a pauper girl,
not older than six or seven --
skinny, tanned, in ragged clothes.
She is readying herself
for her amusement trick
to earn some money
off the passers-by.
There is a five-meter tightrope
stretched, half a meter from the ground,
between two short wooden poles.
The girl now walks along it, slowly,
carefully balancing,
encouraged by the clapping and wiggling
of the gathering crowd.
Do they see her tired face,
no light in her eyes?
Do they notice how thin
her stretched little arms are?
Two quick last steps,
and she plunges to the ground
to collect the scattered coins
with speed and zeal.
Penned by Farhan
I'll be the traveler of Hearse
When I’ll be traveling in a hearse
And you will be an living corpse.
Grudging words, Adieu! Adieu! Adieu!
will occur upon your arid lips.
When I’ll be the traveler in a hearse.
People will be encouraging you.
Few will be saying, “Don’t cry.
Few will be saying, “Be brave.
But they will forget
You have been a living corpse.
Penned by Farhan
For a Few Coins
I come across a pauper girl,
not older than six or seven --
skinny, tanned, in ragged clothes.
She is readying herself
for her amusement trick
to earn some money
off the passers-by.
There is a five-meter tightrope
stretched, half a meter from the ground,
between two short wooden poles.
The girl now walks along it, slowly,
carefully balancing,
encouraged by the clapping and wiggling
of the gathering crowd.
Do they see her tired face,
no light in her eyes?
Do they notice how thin
her stretched little arms are?
Two quick last steps,
and she plunges to the ground
to collect the scattered coins
with speed and zeal.
