People, The Flying Cranes Poem by Reza Raza

Throwing myself in the midst of work-
I become the Lesser Coucal-
I become a huge tall aigrette
Eating small fishes as much as I want, fly in the vast sky
I fly in the vast Bengal, in the whole world.

It's not only me-
I See countless people -
Leaving themselves, just flying around
All around they are just flying.
A flight of cranes fly with wings spread.

I just feel weird-
Strange world, strange locality;
Keeping himself busy, he only flies around
By keeping himself busy with work-
He just flies the songs of the seagull in the wings of the sun.