One day a poor carpenter discovered three camels..
A mother and her two wandering kids
He took the animals home and started caring for them
He thought of becoming a camel trader by breeding them
His luck, soon he owned several camels out of his sincerity
That the villagers started envying him for his prosperity
One day a neighbour advised him to tie a bell on a camel's neck
So to easily know which one is roaming where just to find quick
The carpenter did so on the neck of one of the animals
Next time the camel with the bell went roaming in the jungle
While grazing along continuously tinkling was his bell
A tiger lurking behind the bush heard the sound of the bell
He quickly preyed on the camel and finished him in a minute
Poor carpenter pathetically paid a heavy price for his blind trust.
Blind trust is not always helpful to one's growth
It might be harmful too to leave one to cry and loathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem