There stood a poor little deer
Surrounded by a pack of wolves
Trying hard to escape
But failed each time.
The eyes of fearlooked around
Cried for pity
But no one heard
While the eyes of cruelty
Became restless
And was ready to pounce
The poor little deer thought about its future
Cried at its fate
And looked at the evil eyes around it
While the pack of wolves
Thought about its future
Laughed at its fate
And looked at the anxious eyes of the deer
And there ends the story of the deer
And there goes the story of the wolves...........................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem