They are playing,
Jumping on each other,
The mother is not there
So they have a lot of fun
With each other.
The mother looks at the cockroach
How it walks falling and rising
But she does not harm the cockroach,
Because she plays with it like her babies.
When she hears a noise from her babies,
She goes to them to make quiet
She reaches the spot where they play,
The small one, on seeing the mother
Hides itself behind the curtain
But the mother boils with anger to
See them in such condition.
She starts shouting at the small one,
But it is already very much afraid
Because the mother's face has turned red
Because of anger.
When she grumbles
The people are disturbed by this sound
And a lady, in her hand, a small flat piece of wood
Run towards them
To stop this horrible noise in the morning,
After a while, a fat man comes outside
Walks heavily before them to drive her away from his balcony,
But the man and the lady don't come to know,
Why is it so?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem