He stands at a Roundabout, <br />A white placard of black letters <br />And with a strap around his neck <br />It exhibits an advertisement of a new pay loan Center. <br />The poor chap's dance is very attractive <br />And I approached him pussyfoot. <br />I called him; 'Brother, for three things I came to you, <br />Firstly, you resemble my deceased loving brother once the bread-winner of our poor family. <br />Secondly, I am very inquisitive about the loan. <br />Thirdly, I am jobless and seeking a position to survive. <br />But I cannot dance like you and I am not belong to your soil; a different planet <br />Where I have come from? <br />So my dance would be typical and I am scared even to my oblique shadow. <br />Just imagine dear, when somebody is in hunger what about his dance? ' <br /> <br />* my humble dedication to the poetess Dove Allen<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sign-waver-who-resembles-my-deceased-brother/
