Birds sing after a storm
A new song for the virgin dawn
Their wings all dry
Eager to fly
Deep into the sky- -
We only learned their mode of flight
Of reaching higher altitudes
We failed to learn their attitudes
A nice poetic imagination, Zaheer. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My ambition were to fly high but I could not strengthen my wings. A beautiful poem.