She said, 'look at that stray dog,
Isn't he sweet and cute'! !
But it bites us, I said
'It is out of love, you fool', said she.
Muddled, I turned my head.
Saw a beggar woman, looking tired
Sitting under the scorching sun
With a baby in her hands, !
On the opposite side of the street
I looked at the baby in her hands
And then at the dog, many times
To find, 'who is more cute'!
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I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. We should see the beauty in poor and help them.Keep inking.