Ostrich and Partridge
From Durban to Tehran
Long tunnel, hidden, runs.
Ostrich and Partridge
Whisper-talk, and speak.
“We are known to hide heads
No one knows, we’re tired.”
Story has old tail; a fable:
“Don’t be dumb. Don’t hide head.”
One in sand; one snow
But message is the same.
Two birds are fast friends.
One is big, strong and ugly
Other one, opera in its voice
Runs, flies, heavenly beauty.
The same are both the birds:
“These blinds don’t see; shame.
They judge us, unaware.
Yet proud with claims.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem