The dominant deer glanced at the herd
A soft wind played in his mane and beard
Stood on a hill brave like a bear
His firm masculine body agile like a bird
Stared at the frontiers, no blink in his eyes
Unbelievably he smelled the gun powder of the hunter guys
A bang was heard and his beloved doe was shot
She fell on her knees then dropped, she couldn't rise
The deer took the rest and his last look was made
His eyes full of tear all his love was paid
The doe accepted the grace and smiled
She meant "your love and attention is never degrade"
Later the hunter was staring at her eyes, open wide
Utmost hate was defused from that prettiest side
The man hated his act, and regretted the hunt
He never touched the gun to respect the wild
great poem, sir! the given message is need of the hour and we must look over nature and its creatures that is duty of every man. a thoughful poem!
Yes dear Jagdish, this is my wish, I hope that human will stop this hobby called Hunting, how can we be happy by killing a creature, unfortunately this is only made by human.
thanks dear Akhtar for your attention and time to read my words.
So the hunter became hunted, yes, beauty can silent the roaring guns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The man hated his act, and regretted the hunt He never touched the gun to respect the wild
Thank you very much sir Jawad your kind attention is always a meaningful motivation for me. I learn from you.