The prints and dots of the cheetah
With the trickle of tears
From the eye sockets,
A dribble
Making it teary-eyed,
But tameless, swift and proud,
The beauty of the forest,
The mystery of the wild
The cheetah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bijay, such a fine poem👍👍👍