My Food -My Taste Poem by Padmanabham Salla
My Food -My Taste
This is the world of tastes
As many species that many tastes
There is a chain of tastes too...
A lion killed a deer and said, 'It's tasty'
The left uneaten corpse was feast for a group of wolves
The still remains of the feast were vultures delicious meal
And the remnants usually decayed by many million microbes
Yes, everything was witnessed by the poor deer soul...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/6/2024 6:04:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
