Ahha…..! Its been a month,
Since we reborn, me and my poetry.
Little bird with gentle heart full of tender feelings,
Longing to sing, but knew nothing-rhythm, tune.....
Hey….there enters the ‘master' bird;
Blessed with lovely heart, beautiful soul
And golden words to please everyone.
Newly born bird shyly pleads the ‘master' bird to preach.
There the gushing of songs of heart from little, immature bird!
What a respite thereafter;
All caged feeling set to fly freely.
Small things flavored the little bird's life;
Now life is so enjoyable, curious and more tolerable!
Silently young bird salutes her ‘master';
From speechless, yet humming heart!
Yes. The beautiful world of poetry makes all happy and it's nice thanking your master in an allegorical way!
When the ink flows..the effect is more powerful than the waterfall. Good write. a big 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To me that the bird, was your yearning to get out of captivity. And once you saw the freedom of life your feeling can be expressed and release your words of poetry.