Dad likes talking to the tree
Tender buds caress his heart
His heart to feel tender much
Dad is talking to the tree
As dad's talking to the tree
A monkey comes there to crush
Crushed buds crush his tender heart
As he's talking to the tree
He can not console the tree
Nor can save fast the crushed buds
Can pelt with stone the monkey
Though can not console the tree
Monkey grins.He'll come again
To molest the buds again
What is a society
Where all humans want to live
In unity together...
That is a society
Life needs a society
So that humans are well safe
But are the girls safe here? ...yet
Life needs a society
Are we living in jungle
With wild lions and tigers?
A daughter asks.Yes we are
In fearful concrete jungle
Happened does happen again
Monkeys grin to come again
Note: Tree- family
Buds- daughters
Nice aligory! Yes we can stone pelt the monkeys but they just grin and comeback again and again. Our society built upon this perpetual war.....
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I would like to translate this poem
Ma'am so beautifully you painted the present unsecure society which was supposed to be good always. Very true words ma'am.