when i have got wings
i started touching air strings
i leave the nest
the nature treat me as guest
with a heart ful of joy
enjoying with a nature toy
i fly and fly
in a shining sky
at last evening
i reach at brink
and i want to drink
the drops direct from sky
again
the drops make me to fly
i can see a clink
in hiding clouds
i can see the thirst
of moulds
some are incomplete
some are complete
some are waiting for a call
some are waiting for a moon ball
but i am going to fly now
nature started cry
flowers goen a sleep like they die
with eyes full of tears i fly to sky
all they call
me sparrow
they draw in their hearts
love arrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece of poetry embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Very insightful. Thanks for sharing Ramesh.
tq sir