A little bird sang to the stars
lullabies of your serene grace
of sweet waters in your streams
and scented breeze of pastures.
Unaware of the vicious clouds
darkening the frontier,
Autumn overtook the summer soon.
Why should winter wait for long?
Snow covered leafy trunks,
unable to endure the burden of the fall.
Her fragile nest broke off sudden
throwing the hatchlings across the wall.
Heaven turned upside down,
with rugged winds in command
Bulbul is eager to welcome Katij
Spring shall come to free you soon.
KatiJ- Kashmiri name for The Swallow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and elegantly brought forth in persuasive expressions with conviction. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Mudasir.
Thank you very much