There are two birds sitting in a tree
They sing songs of spring and are happy and free
They seem in love with each other
They dance together shedding colored feathers
They kiss each other with their beaks
They sit in that tree for many days and weeks
They make a sweet pair of innocent souls
To live and die for love was their common goal
To be with each other they are born
But with change of season time gave an ugly turn
A shot came flying from the thick bush
And one bird fell below where the grass was lush
The other swooped down to check the lover
One more shot came flying and their love story was over
A well authored poem. Truly fascinating....5 stars*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We hear again " Manishada"