When I see the autumn leaves plucked
And my drooping friends drop one by one
I too would love to be sucked – Into
That unknown voyage from where they have never returned.
When I view my senile infirmities
I rejoice that the time is not too far away
For this fledgling bird to leave the fields of gravity
And soar into the freedom of unknown heights.
I would surely like to perch on the branches
Where my friends have long sought shelter
And tweet songs that we once sung on our ranches
Once again, once again- A merry strain.
The melancholic tone of this poem is really touchy - a reminder of our transient life.
Do continue to tweet sweet bird So we enjoy amidst All the autumn leaves that fall In the yards outside our halls (10)
You are still a 'fledgling bird'! Not yet time to leave the nest.......! A beautiful write.... the last quatrain, a real icing on the cake!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write with lovely imagery!