Little ants crawl blindly
And tow some grains
Butterflies frolick over flowers
And suckle at nectar
A sunbird hops over a bunch of fruits
And shoots its beak in a whorl
Man takes ants, grains, nectar, birds
And everything all in a show of dominion
And that is the fate of things under man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem shared really.....