Wow if I was the pond
I'd say
Birdie deary
just think of me
be not weary
but of thyself when you
either doesn't find me
or find me dry
who will give a sip to your lips
if I not ever a pond be
how would women bear kids
in their wombs
if they thirst for me
O birdie
you have only a bird's mind
you think of self only
come again and again
merge within me
have a long bath daily
Ye will enjoy with me
wouldn't ye
Great...... beautiful....from pond be a lake... Expand your pond by breaking the shore and be an ocean.... Self is like ocean...having no boundaries. Thanks
I am that ocean but folks can't see they all love at night to be only in c believe me PG you tooo like to
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I would like to translate this poem
Very well conceptualized. The poem reflects the experience of a seasoned mind which knows how to make every second worthy of celebration. Thanks, Dear Friend.