Rats have evolved to eat green peaches
that are not even on the turn
(have not passed the event horizon)
and which have no use for a human being.
Yet all is not lost:
plums must just pass that event
to be edible to rats,
and plums just past that
can be picked and cooked
by a human
then turned into a drink
with salt and cumin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. I love Aam Panna, made of raw mangoes. And would love to know how it tastes with plums in place of mangoes. Good attempt