Shunkapopchi was his name,
The dead,
He was hanged,
'Cause, he banged to death,
An unknown passerby-
While on walk,
He said something to unknown,
Passerby said -
No-
Shunkapopchi requested-
Say yes,
' What Fuss' No means- no-
This simple words spill,
Gave a thrill,
And Shunkapopchi,
Killed, The Passerby,
All heard the shrill,
Later, Shunkapopchi was found,
Behind the grille
'Simply killed for Joy-
He was The decoy'
Thought;
Once killing is a part of fun,
Why do you make sword or gun....
Who enjoys the millions death!
Ah! a dead feeling and nothing else..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem