With neck and legs outstretched
In an array of different shapes
Under the setting sun
Between the moving clouds
I wonder where they fly.
When the birds return to their nests
When everything else is trying to settle down
When the sun is paving way for the stars and moon
When water ripples in pond
For whom they make the assortment?
It is a thrill to see this quietly
They hypnotize with murmuration
They twist and turn and change direction
And they mesmerize with the skills they possess
Yet the mystery remains, where do they fly?
When the birds return to their nests they feel very happy. It is a thrill to see this quietly. You have very beautifully captured the imagery. This is an excellent poem very beautifully penned with greatness...10
the poetic eyes see it the poetic canvas of mind catch it this is the beautiful mystery of creation this is the ART of nature ALL towards the UNKNOWN moments after moments.............../// beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" When the birds return to their nests" ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.