Don't Migrate myna Poem by AFFAQ NABI

When the white doves migrate to the warm valleys
Then the snow sparrow sings a wintry song.
And Malley! sits on her spinning wheel, her skin freezing.
But she still sings her favourite fairy song.

And Tom invites the gypsies on
Thanksgiving meal,
And the Quail does not lay the bright eggs for very long.
And when the wind gets bored, it blows over the trembling trees
to please God with their melodies.

Then Sveta! sorts out in chilly hours, fun sundress
On her balcony where the wet wind rattles
And rattle round the window as alternate of summer breeze.
Alyana! is laying in bed behind curtains.
Gives chips and cheese to Myna while singing
'Don't migrate O Myna in the mist and the fog.
Stay on the sunny dome, your loving eyes.
Are giving rise to my old girlish dream
I invite you to travel with me to herbal stream
For, I'm alone here in the Percy street'