Once I met a drunkard in the way,
he consumes everything as elders say,
Beware of him, he staggers to cheat
and tempts the heart with beauty and wit;
He has a brother, a thief well known,
he spares nothing, not skin nor bone,
like a rat he cuts, doesn't let you know,
flies in the air like wind on the snow;
brothers twin are they, work not same,
one calls the prey, other kills the game;
one spreads the net to trap a catch,
other hunts with smile, has no match;
helpless cries the prey and laughs the elder,
breathless lies it against the younger.........
Mukesh Raval
Palanpur
India.[19/01/2010]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem...10.... Best wishes, Tsira