Wandering Off
He was lost in reverie, walking aimlessly.
Then he saw a sign: 'You are entering Heaven'
But he was jolted to reality all of a sudden,
Stones have started falling like Hell.
Out of habit, or plain inquisitiveness
He noted where the stones are coming from
And started towards that direction.
And he came to a boundary sign: 'Hell'
And surely enough, he saw some devils.
And the cartload of stones that they pushed.
'So this is where the stones are coming from? '
He shouted to one devil, with some reproach.
'But we have to eat, sir' the devil answered.
'You mean eat these stones? ' he countered.
'No sir.' said the devil. 'We throw these stones
to the other side and they come back as bread.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem