The crow pecked one ripened Papaya fruit
Unnoticed by anybody and pushed it down to the ground!
A few more crows came along to eat, left alone what is left over;
Then the common Indian Mynas came and later went away;
Then the aloe sparrows came to eat and went away after eating;
Then the tiny sparrows came, then the chafer and beetle,
Finally came little ants in rows and rows, take little bit little
And pass away; the papaya fruit that escaped from the sight
Of the men served to satisfy the hunger of many lives;
After all its servings, still there remains a portion of Papaya!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice both original and translation. thanks