In the meadow the huntsman waits,
his firearm aimed, he anticipates,
the duck quacks, an easy prey,
and the huntsman shoots without delay,
but what the huntsman is unaware,
Is that the fox is also there,
cunning and sly, the fox is wise,
he'll seize the duck and flee the skies,
as the bullet whistles past,
the fox jumps up and moves fast,
he snatches the duck and makes his way,
the huntsman left with nothing to say,
now the fox savors his prized catch,
with a sly grin and a gleaming match,
he'll feast on the meat that's so sweet,
and rest in his cozy retreat,
and so the huntsman learns a lesson,
that in the wild there's no true possession,
for the shrewd will outsmart the brave,
and the huntsman will hunt another day.
A most important moral taught in the form of a wonderfully creative poem. Love it, Asim!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely story Asim, we have idiot huntsmen in Britain too.