The Double Edge
Kannada Poem by K.S. Narasimha Swamy
Translated by C.P. Ravikumar
They complained when winter came -
The biting cold is such a pain!
Come summer, they grumbled 'bout the heat,
Ditto for monsoon rain.
Spring, when flowers were in season,
They asked for fruits instead!
They thought the fruits were rather small
When fruits were presented!
No, they are not easy to please!
Their knitted brows won't ever ease!
Stand up, they'll wonder how come?
Lie down, and you are a lazy bum!
Will call you coward if you run!
They've got you every direction!
You take to reading, 'Why not write? '
Do it, 'Your writing ain't quite right! '
Just what do they want? Pray someone tell!
What will rate 'OK' if not 'Swell'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem