Not because that I am lazy as my doctor advised me to look down always
due to my neck pain.
This nagging Spondylitis gives me trouble on and off.
And I missed lot of my bird friends they fly in the serene sky.
If the transparent sky understand my dialect, excuse me I want to write my biography.
Yet I am scared your friendly clouds take my words away.
The twinkle stars in the night sky like poor poets they sing their sad songs,
And I am sorry my doctor advised me to look down always and I realized that I never get a chance to touch the mysterious stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only you could make a pain in the neck into an incomparable poetic delight. It must be difficult to find the inspiration of the heaven with head bowed. Ah well. Humility is its own reward, perchance. Another fine poetic allegory. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥