Slipped in through window
Pokes herself in the mirror
A sparrow at home
She circles in mirth
Round the running fan gleeful
Hit..! ! falls on the floor
A while in weak squeaks
Out through way back flaps escape
Fanning Hades fades out
I can see the sparrow at home in this beautiful poem! !
Liberation there is born free flight where mind is not escapist from any trouble
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cont. Superb imagery. Great captivating title.