My thoughts are like fleeting clouds
They cut their ways along with wind
They set up their nests at the horizon
They dress up and fly from my mind
My thoughts are like sweet little birds
They have their freedom to sing and play
They fly over towns, villages and over
Places they like under sun's bright ray
My thoughts are like the little stars
Littered across the vast sky and shine
They have their own light to shed and
Lend to the world a beauty so divine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem