The great sage walked to the river
Where he saw the couple of birds
That sitting and telling their own woes
Their own happiness, the world affairs
The future course of life in the wilderness
When he looked back there he saw the poacher
Aiming to the poor birds with an arrow
Oh! man don't kill the poor birds
To kill and attempt to kill itself is bad
There his mind traveled the plight of world
A beautiful epic he wrote in due course
The great sage Valmiki the first poet
The great epic Ramayana widely read.
Non violence and non killing the need of the hour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem