Everyone thronged his hole
Wondering where the ugly chap
Hid his bald head
From behind emerged
Happily messaged flies, panting at no ease
With pleasure their wings fly
We saw Mr. Fox in his last dance
Turned down from looking at anyone
Under his feet was laid
A book written in rainbow color
With a restive grip of the spinning pen
Thick dew of sweat dripping in fury
From his quacking palm
He writes, ‘put thy trust on no pal
He vows pulling you through today
In the dumps you thrive on the morrow
Man changes, like the ever-altering chameleon
He gives you a coin at dawn
He craves your only gold at dusk
Or you are up for the butchers’ table
And so, I decided to sojourn
On the side where solace lives in silence
Where no one’s mama cry
And bid farewell to this toiling end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its causes one more than excrutiating pains to have been so betrayed by someone you never expected to cause you the least pain. But its pathetic that the persona in the poem had to commit the greatest evil against self - SUICIDE!