I am reminded of new lease
When birds chirp on trees
Even though I am early riser
They seem to be wiser
One has to find food
Or go for firewood
To prepare for day's survival
For a man, it is natural
As poet
I remain quiet
I do not hold pen and paper
It strike mind and enter
I shall not believe
And live
For another day
If that was not happening all the way
So I bow down before deity
And seek her mercy
To write down something worth
I shall fulfill the promise made to beautiful earth
I am adding some weight
With little height
I praise lovely mother
And beautiful nature
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am reminded of new lease When birds chirp on trees