During one of my wanderings
Through the green bushes
Saw a lovely little bird
Fresh in spirits
Full of enthusiasm for life
Enticed by
Few grains under the net
Alas!
It flew down
Eagerly for grain
My heart melt
But nature is beautiful
That cruel, greedy
But foolish hunter
Hid somewhere near
Wanted to collect
Before the little one
Is stuck to the net
Again, nature the magnificent guide
Made the sweety little
Sense the trouble;
And then
That elegant, vigilant
And sensible small bird
Flew, Flew, Flew
From fools
Beyond captivity
Towards the horizon of freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem based on keen observation of a bird escaping from the trap to freedom!