Earth birth the child,
Child asked for food,
God asked, whose child are you,
How bright and what is your hue?
Trees were not happy,
They showered fruit on the baby.
God said .you have to pay, baby,
Cose , trees are my property,
Rivers were not happy,
Stream threw pamphlet fry,
God said you have to pay,
Cose river is my property,
Storm was not happy,
It blew all rasagollas on the baby,
God said, you have to pay,
Cose strom is my property.
Then baby went on hungerstrike,
God came running on motor bike.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a wonderful imagery. Though, everything belongs to God who may not approve of a few of their actions, but He will melt before the innocuous looking protestations of a child (and, for that matter, all innocent people) . Nicely presented.
Thank you Sri Mangasahab, .