As I walk across The sandy beach, To freeze my mind, lately of events not suitable. Here comes a lovely little bird, In colorful attire, Hoping on my dear feet. The bird would fall for me, But to catch was easier said Than done, Till I was in their company, A welcome guest! That is love in bare meaning, I thought. Then I found I was dreaming. Is love always dream? I asked quizzically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem