'Hey! Brother is it a crash landing on my broken runner way? '
The decaying tree whispered.
'Not exactly my dear, I too do not have strong wings to this endless sky.
Let the wind blows.
At least we can talk each other in the sleepless nights.'
The old migrant bird replied.
Perfectly lovely, Nimal. Perhaps the bird and the tree will talk poetry during the long sleepless nights.. Ten, of course. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two 'disabled' friends support one another. A gentle poem with a tender heart. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥