Bird twitters continuous
Letting the passing feelings
Dissipating quick to the surrounds.
Spirit tiny draining the self incessant
Till the twilight chasing it to nest
For supper and rest for day next.
Bird knows not the exact egg
From which it was hatched
Nor will fly under the full moon
For the cares of its chicks newborn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem