In a drawing competition a boy draws
a picture of a donkey carrying heavy load.
Another boy doing the same work comes into vision-
the real picture.
In spite of touching the seven colors of a rainbow
his soft innocent hands touch mud
to light up a small kerosene lamp for his family.
Many backbones are now donkeys,
society and law are mud.
The boy gets first prize in the drawing competition.
Another one becomes the picture himself in his drawing pad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem