Thirst was not the ultimate gossip
Crisis begins from the means of the source
How and where the friction would guide us
To excavate the meet to be thirsty
And after such bogus lectures
A man simply shouted with anger
Water we need and tell us the direction
We could pump the hazards to get
The drops to save ourselves
A story teller simply closed
The chapters of framed talkings
Repeatedly to satisfy himself
Because thirst was the main point
To illustrate with unskilled efficiency!
Pranab k c
16/07/2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This tests the mind, Pranab. Good work.