Once came a child-eater from Kanpur
To abide in the town of Rampur.
A devil in form of man was he.
As he was cruel, unkind and free.
He wore a beard and moustaches long,
And on his long flute, he played a song.
He caught the children by means of trick;
Some said, ‘By the power of magic’.
He cut them with his sharp iron knife;
That was the only aim oh his life.
Concealing them in his bag, he went;
But lo! The city people got scent.
Then and there they caught him red-handed,
And to the police overhanded.
I didn’t know, then, what happened to him.
During those days, I was a small child,
And knew not of the aim of that wild.
When I grew up, I observed the fact,
He was not alone to do such act.
As a big fish preys upon small one,
So most men, in fact, do the same fun.
It is a proverb that ‘might is right’;
The weak became the powerful’s diet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem