The poor street singer in a red cap
They call me by the name of stink.
Though I have a primrose in my holey red cap.
I strum my old guitar with few strings.
Passer-by! Please wait for a while
As I have a good news for you.
And I sing with an occasional smile,
If it's not a dream then I'll be a millionaire in few days
As I ought to sign a contract for his new advertisement
Who's a prominent perfume maker in the paradise.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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