A Street Sweeper

He wears a white uniform
That belongs to the Municipality.
While sweeping he worries about the previous night's dream.
The garbage he raked turned into currency notes
But when he took those to the bank to get realized
All converted into garbage again.

*'Worldly values are never really going to allow you to feel at ease' the Buddha said.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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