Natural Right
Once I along with my father was on the field.
In the corner of the field, I saw a pair of snakes was clinging to each other like a coil.
I used to see their game for some times.
Next moment I put off a stone from the ground and was ready to hit them.
A loud appeal came from my father not to disturb them because they are not making any harm to us.
These small creatures are like us.
Please allow them to leave as we are living in this world.
It is their natural right also.
My father was a piteous & generous person.
I am missing them very much because he has passed away some times ago.
(From the diary of an Indian)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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