I too am a frog.
I keep
wandering.
I keep on hopping
In strange lanes
In the cracks of the earth,
My colour is no longer mine
It's of helplessness now.
Where ever I find even a hint of water,
I dive down there,
And looking at that water in the ditch,
Make my predictions for the rain.
If I come under someone's feet,
I shrink, so that I survive,
Even if forgotten.
(Translated in english by Akhil Katiyal)
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