After a day long traverse far and wide
In quest of the secrecy of my pretty aves
I back in the tree house in the sanctuary for the night
While they are ensconced in the high tree fastness for the night
The weald is engulfed by the milky moonlight
And it is glistened with the dewdrops
It is unparalleled and distinctive in the moonlight
The picturesque prospect over the dale from the tree house
I am harkening a sadden serenade from afar
That breaks through the serenity of the moonlit valley
A lonely cock sings for his lost hen on their passage, perchance,
Expecting their reunion in next to no time, fervently
It’s getting feebler and feebler, as through
Ebb and away and away... far and far from me ….
There comes a flock of lovely birds, Spotted in
Dazzling silver and gold, the insignia of heavenly colours
They are around, chirruping and fawning me with their beaks
Alas! My hands, transforming to wings!
Legs to a beautiful long feathery tail!
Nails to shiny claws, lips to a set of pretty beak…!
Oh! I am! .. I am also a heavenly bird…!
Adorned with lovely feathers..!
Spotted with brilliant gold and silver…!
As pretty as they are.., as lovely as they are…!
May 11-2009 (Hawiyah - Saudi Arabia)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem