Alike are water and men.
Like water shifts,
And leaves no trace,
His colours lift,
And moves around place.
Better could be a chameleon.
Its colours change,
For natures sake,
But he does change,
To deceive and take.
It was like cream on the cake,
But now all turned fake.
He, who is a constant changer,
Will, soon himself turn a stranger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like a lot of the images you use, and rhymes too. esp the last 2 stanzas. It's a good poetic idea, comparing nature's chameleon to the human 'chameleons' who are simply fickle or hypocritical.