When I say what that flies in the sky is a joyful bird,
Someone says that it is a kite with glass and glue thread,
Another one says that it is an airplane with ambitious loads,
But the last one says that it is his dreams, not yet down loaded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perceptions differ from individual to individual. So none of us can claim that what we see is real. The truth may be somewhere in between! A good poem offering a lot of food for thought! !