**floating In The Air Some Mobile Language** Poem by SAKISABRE Saki

It was 11 in the morning
Suddenly, a heavy shower of Choitra;
Showers of summer are short;
From that part of the Cowshed:
There is a Straw Stack!
A group of baby tortoises;
Looking to nowhere, they are rushing ahead to the River!
As if Tanks of War are rushing to the destination!
I was bewildered,
Such a small babies;
No guide at all;
Rushing to the water of the River!
Rather have got some Signal to…
Mother is in the water;
Waiting!
Floating in the air
Some mobile Language
Mother Tortoises Lay Eggs on the Land
Hatch from the Water!
How?
Sending ray
Heh Heh heheeee! !