A little bird
It was an early morning.
A bird was on the guava tree in my courtyard.
I was also alone like her at that time.
We both were calm & silent.
We have nothing to say.
Her children flew away to their own world.
I don’t know about her partner.
He may be alive or dead.
But I realize that
We both are facing the same problem
“The old age”
Which is the neglected age in this world?
Still then I am happy because
this little bird is also accompanying me in this beautiful morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem