Don't judge me by my breed;
I'm just a thriving seed.
I need to grow,
I need to glow,
I've a fold to feed.
Just take me as your son;
A gently rising sun.
I need to rise,
At any price,
To give your kids some fun.
Don't hate me for my dream;
I'm just a springing stream.
You need to drink,
Else you'll shrink.
Your death will make me scream.
Don't kick me from your sight;
I'm just full of delight.
I've to play.
That's my way
To express my own light.
You might not be my fan;
But I'm still from your clan.
I've your blood
I'm not all odd,
I'm still your trusted man.
Don't hoard your lovely ladies;
I'm not infected with rabies.
I need to kiss,
In lovely bliss
I need my own babies.
Don't mourn when I'm death-bound;
Gently lay me in the ground.
Drink at my grave,
Be bold and brave.
I'm still very much around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poem of many fold of life and deep thought. Good work friend