Poem: Postman.
Poem: Postman.

Ignoring Sun, storm, rain
A real servant in this world
How many doors to door it turns every day
As if in the form of a donor , god

How many love letters bearer is , responsible
Do it again, divorce bearer.
Brings for someone the cheque happy instigator
Give notice to anyone - in court must appear

Someone's envelope is filled
with unrevealed clouds
Someone's an open postcard
with happy cheers.

You have to accept spreading the hand what is given,
Why did you give me this negligible one, or why did you give this sad news' ?
Questions are always with God, without reason.

In this world the real saint
Move over everything
Yet unknown, elusive taste.


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