Friends, leave us alone in jungles
In place of our hideouts
In search of us with sticks not to try
We are totally helpless on our own destiny
Our little hideouts with some rotten leaves
Or abandoned burrows or ant hills without ants
We try our luck from your own aggression
We are victims, not the aggressors
For a little frog or a live mouse
For quenching thirst or to finding out hideouts
In search of a lost friend of our own
We try our luck in open places, more in night
Alas the beating is harsh, stones are sharp
The death is so painful with all agony
Know snakes, we are helpless ones on our own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not bad could use some more work. Good effort