Below is the poem entitled A Snipe and A Marksman II which was written by poet
Mehta. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Once there was a marksman
He was in the woods to hunt
He met a snipe as he was on his way.
Snipe said “don’t hunt my kids if you confront them”
As they have gone in the forest to play”.
The marks said, “ Alright”
He took a few steps and came back
He asked the snipe, “But how shall I know they’re your kids?
Tell me something about what they look like?”
Or any other marks on their bodies?
Oh, Marksman, they’re the most beautiful kids!
Nodding not to shoot them, went on his hike
When he returned to the same spot
Where he has met the snipe
He held a string of young snipes
Looking at the string holding her own kids
The snipe started crying looking at her kids dead.
Oh, why didn't you shoot me in my kids’ stead?
I’ve shot the ugly I could find instead.
The snipe said “Woe to me, don't you know” fool”?
Moms think their children the most beautiful”.