When you hunt,
be a blade of grass,
have patience and stay low in waiting,
lower your breath, have ears of a leech,
and your eyesight like an eagle in flight.
The wind is your enemy and friend,
surprise is your weapon,
give no pain to your pray,
and most important,
leave no trail of your kill,
so, do not keep the skin as your trophy.
Be an invisible hunter!
'Belgaum, May 2011'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a poem , i like it