Nora Armani: Mege Chanel-ov, muyse avelov

(One clad in Chanel, the other holds a broom)

She sweeps the street of our Homeland
Whistles to keep stray dogs away.
She’s old, she’s rugged, she smiles a lot.
As though lacking worries herself,
With her warm smile took yours away.

How does she feed? Where does she live?
And you with your pearls, clad in Chanel
Did you even see her?
Did you look well?
© copyright: Nora Armani 2007