Tweet, tweet, twit, twit...
One morning before the sun comes
When cold misty dawn garlanded
My garden, a high pitched whistle of
An unknown bird woke me up,
I had a little time enjoying that
Marvelous melody of the nature,
I felt fast asleep and got up late.
From that day onwards, I count
The halting seconds in every morning
Looking forward to hear its song,
It did not come again, the lonely bird
Who wandered accidently to my
Neighborhood, I wonder did it go back
Or hid itself in the semi darkness
Of the dawn fearing the available
Hoot! Hoot! of a dull owl around?
I can not be sad about the loss,
I can not be angry with the owl
For I am not a part of this creation
The beautiful world full of wilderness
Birds, animals and other species,
For I have expelled myself out of
The paradise, a long time back...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem