When I took my Gazalle into a grove,
Some eve-teasers crossed our way.
I pushed my parrot back and sneered at the crew
and they kept away sane a word to say.
What a dense forest to shun even a ray!
My God! We were scared by a hissing sound.
A long mustached guard said, 'Go and play'
In his voice hoarse and rough from a huge mound.
We rushed out as drones took pictures flying around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem