A golden antelope jumps in a rainforest.
In the moonlit night the ardent archer makes his bow and arrows
But this time he is very sensitive about the rare deer.
He used his special arrow for the hunt.
The deer ran away with the pierced arrow into the jungle.
He followed the woman like cry and Alas! He saw a Nymph was lying on the grass in cold blood.
She stammered “Caveman love is tastier than venison
But it’s too late now my dear.”
She died on his lap sadly.
Death is more final than all of our dreams. What a tragic poem. No happily ever after here it would seem. Write on, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ok love this poem, I feel I am there.