In 'Oedipus the King', Sophocles makes Oedipus marry,
His own mother ultimately,
An incident thinking of which we like leaves shiver,
Our minds get shrouded with horror and fear!
Again the same SUCCESSFUL playwright,
Deemed it utterly right,
To make a father in 'Tereus' eat,
His own son’s meat!
What’s the limit that the writers shouldn’t cross?
Or there’re no limits for a writer since he’s the boss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem