A pair of sparrow
On my window
For tomorrow was
Making the nest
All wit they applied
Grasses and twigs
They supplied
Made the best
And here my Aghaz
Happy enough
Dreaming to have eggs
Although both,
The Bird and my son
Dreaming and dreaming
Though both were dreaming
Yet dreams differ,
Eggs were under the threat
Without agony and fret
One to hatch and bring them
Into the beautiful world
To fly into the heaven freely
The other to make them slave
And to kill by unwanted love
Love can’t be poked every where.
Great comparision, yes how different dreams about one same thing could be! A wonderful food for thought, thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great comparison..Freedom and Slavery.....Loved reading it.