Two birds on the wing, flying north
For a drink or a splash or just to escape
The quest for an imaginary home:
A refuge from the seeking of refuge.
The birds flew off at dawn; they did not care
To test our sympathy. My fleeting thoughts,
Devoid of cogent words, left no imprint,
Like wing-tracks vanishing in a sky-scape.
Hope a few readers accept this verse, if they have felt that wonder at break of day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cape! ! To escape! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.