once upon a time,
in a village
there was a funfair
near the pound,
middle the ground.
everyone was enjoying
the moment, in the bright sun.
then the frog, came out
of its only world, well
he was unwell.
so he called predictor,
and asked to tell his prediction,
predictor take in his forehead.
and replied while smiling
'son today you will touched
by a beautiful white dressed girl'
frog royally asked 'WHERE'.
predictor seriously replied
'in that white building'
frog saw carefully.
and said 'go to hell you........'
then the frog jumped into the pound
and suicide
chappak! the water replied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem