Freedom first I smelled
opening the door of cage
a colorful bird
flew away hurriedly
as soon as I...
my intention was not
to make it fly
rather tried to steal
its colored feathers
spattering sound of its little wings
smell of its wild escape
Yet I dream
Pranab k c
15/02/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem