A fox in us, escape from us,
To hurt someone now and always,
When it shows its sharpest teeth,
To punch the hearts with abusive words,
The manipulative thoughts mill the story,
To spread and gossip, the animal is very fiery,
Shows no kindness, hides behind the mask,
Near to the stubborn well nurtured ill belief,
Often on attacking mode, but with half closed eyes,
Not to reveal what one thinks, but with protruding tongue,
Salivating the venomous stings, trooping tail,
Slouching shoulders, attentive vision for the next victim,
the cunning fox would flee from the caged mind,
to harm the innocents and evils for its own delight.
It seems to me that this is a very accurate description of humankind!
Absolutely. And such sly foxes sometimes make us feel we are no human at all, just the animal four-footed. One thing, foxes are very crow fellow to steal or to attack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the entire world acts as the sly old fox. Well written Veeraiyah.