Before few days
may be the day before yesterday
a lion was killed
and
how its trembling roar
ended in a growl
before he touched his death,
you and I read in the newspaper
is all written by
the hunter
Today
another lion was killed
and story of his tragic death
was again
in the front page of all newspapers
Wait a minute
Somewhere,
I saw the lion's picture
May be...
No, I am sure
He was on the front page of
the day before yesterday's newspaper
But he narrated the story
Today's lion was
yesterday's hunter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
silent cries echos in mind when each lamp put down