Sitting at the edge
Of her own nest
The bird in retrospect
Remembering day’s best!
I joined my beloved
To weave nest perfect
Within my means
And enthusiasm last!
My beloved laid eggs
I managed the food
When offspring appeared
The feeling was so good!
They grew together
Chirping and fighting
For the food we gave
For the love in sighting!
Then they got wings
Changed course of things
One day they flew
To make their own livings!
My beloved at this
Could not bear the pain
All her efforts of upbringing
Went straight in vain!
She died one day
Left me to remember
All those nice memories
Keep coming and ponder!
Now I am waiting
For that ultimate
On the edge of nest
With no one intimated!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem