The hoardings were all along
They showed us the direction
As I drove through the bendy roads
Between the valleys intersection.
The wildlife park on the hills
Where you can go on badger trail
We reached the place safely at last
My back was stiff and my legs frail.
The day was very dry and hot
Sun was blazing down on us
Showing its power and strength
On vulnerable people thus.
Went on lookout for the badger
There were no sign of them anywhere
We walked for about an hour
We were tired, sweating and bare.
Met two men, on the way
I asked them, did they see anything
Only flies and butterflies, they said
In the heat they were struggling.
We went to the river, to the marsh
No sign of badger, not even its dropping,
Told my friend to stop the stupid search
We made our way back sulking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem