Poetry Tuesday: The Tattered Sack

By Devara Dasimayya, c. 1000

A man filled grain
in a tattered sack
and walked all night
fearing the toll-gates

but the grain went through the tatters
and all he got was the gunny sack.

It is thus
with the devotion
of the faint-hearted.

;o)

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