In noon
Man took axe
Climbed tree
Sat on branch
Started to cut
Same branch
He sat on
Someone warned him
‘’you’re cutting your branch
You sit on, you’ll fall down’’
‘’I know’’
Man replied
Continued cutting branch
Another person warned
‘’you’re cutting your branch
You sit on, you’ll fall down’’
‘’I know ‘’
Man replied
Continued cutting branch
In blink, branch cut
Man fell down
Badly his thigh broke
In groan of thigh
He wrote on
Leaves of branches
On bough
‘’once you cut branch
You can’t fix it again’’
On first leaf
‘’I know
Cut one’s waist’’
On second leaf
‘’I know,
Broke one’s thigh’’
On third leaf
‘’I know
Cut one’s branch’’
On fourth leaf
‘’ I know
Cut one’s waist by one’s axe’’
On fifth leaf
‘’ I know
Cut one’s branch by one’s axe’’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem