Thither sat the robin,
Amidst the foliage green....
The sweet cuckoo did grin
Had you here been;
You too could feast on this
As such The Lord didn't will
And I solitary sit to you miss.....
I by the black and white grill;
Watching birds in flight
Try to inspire my soul not to wilt
Of course the logic is bright
Only it refuses to my heart tilt
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem