No chirping
A time was
When there was chirping goes on
round the clock on the guava tree.
She was living happily with her children & Mr. He.
Before some times ago
I found that their was no chirping in morning or
in the evening.
The bird was alone.
Children went away to their on world
& Mr. he went to another nest.
She was quiet mum & full of grief.
This story is not only of one bird of my guava tree,
It is of unaccountable old people of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem