In the wind chill,
A broken-wing lavish bird
Crash-land to my wistful world
and begged for a shelter.
I said that I can look after her
bringing fruits from an orchard.
I never latch the cage my little bird
but one thing you have to promise me.
Never try to flee once you get your wings back.
She agreed with a sarcastic smile.
To the birds cannot flutter!
Flying is what birds were born to do. It is an instinct with them they have no choice, but I am sure the little bird will remember the orchard keeper's kindness and choose to come back for a visit now and then. Lovely poem, Nimal. Lots of charm displayed here. Warm regards, Sandra
Now THIS si what I'm talking about. I am absolutely in love with this one.
betchya she takes off soaring! i'm just running out & glad i caught this one, Nim. good read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope that you have the abillity to take flight...in words and in person Love duncan