I have heard of acid rain
Pouring down the skies
Destroying the paddy field
It is unfortunate crops could not be yield
Farmers wail due to loss of grain
It is a loss
The farmers mourn and toss
Perhaps the Lord is at cross
But still life goes on
The hunters hunt but dance the fawn
Perhaps this is acid test
Before you lay down for eternal rest
The deer happily win the test
Unafraid it performs the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem