Somebody
Else is
Viewing those
Birds and I
Become free
As one of those
Birds
(Wrote this thinking of a soul leaving a body and flying away like a bird while somebody else in someplace else is watching birds just as we do while looking out of the window or going out for walks.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you, Aarzoo for your review :)