I stare at
The white bird
Flying high spontaneously
With its white wings,
It's a wonderful scene,
But suddenly I notice
A dark spot
Under the clean and white wings
Of the great bird,
Soon I become anxious,
As I feel
The white bird will be unable
To fly a long distance
With the ominous spot.
Nice one.. beautiful.. deserving 10 An olive peace branch Friday,25th July 2020 so birds fly with an earnest and try its level best to observe truce permanently with full preparedness to observe it daily Hasmukh Mehta
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I would like to translate this poem
That's a figment of your imagination.... an irrational thought connected with dark spots! Many people associate darkness with death! Well written!