While taking their flights
Unto the skies unknown!
Two strong wings and a tiny head and
Two all seeing eyes and a small canvas as
They reach somewhere and a portrait is born!
The chirping beauties go sky aboard,
The magicians of word play steal into minds around and
It is all migration from the ebbs of the kind!
A few birds return to the homes down but a few do never,
A few bards recoil into the haven of mundane past but a few do never.
The earth and the sky sit guarding over none!
My mind once said, ' There are a few birds chirping unto your ears,
Join them and his flock if you wish'.
And we are all just filling these skies infinite!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A few bards recoil into the haven of mundane past but a few do never. The earth and the sky sit guarding over none! ....i better hurry to my dentist appointment. but i digress! these two lines could use a little explanation for this bard with a tiny head. i have been meaning to get back to your essay on religion, but have not found the time..... thanks for sharing. bri :)