In the pale blue sky
It's like a dot
And I imagined
Whether a bird or a butterfly?
Though a fledged still she gathers the passing clouds as wings
To flee in the uncertain visionary vista.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Levitating metaphor galore…dot has become jocund spot ……. thanks sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10