Climbed on the shelves, the early morning cocks,
Announced the world what the rest has to do,
Prancing and parading for the hearts to be out,
Shining feathers gleamed under every sun's kiss.
Flying to the roof, the unsigned silly cocks,
Not aware of what is going in and around,
Raised their head at every sunrise just to mimic,
Feathers of doubt flipped to create the shiny shower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every sun's kiss is real life, thanks, Please go through my new ones.