They flutter and clutter in the sky,
We humans mere can see them fly high.
In the morning breeze they rejoice,
In the silky sun they dance,
They flop their wings with all their might,
Touch the sky with their brave flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A concise and insightful verse elegantly embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Priya.