There doesn't lie the bird
on her nest, she hasn't given birth...
Flying with the other
collecting twigs and constructing home...
An egg would lie there, someday
When the bird will go to hunt for food,
the young ones will scream in high volume...
Next day, they'll open up their wings,
trying to reach a height...
They'll fly & fall & try.
they fly and fall and try..
they fly and fly up in the sky!
And a day will come, when they'll grow,
leaving their parents made home..
continue the life, they fly, they know the sky..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem