The memory birds are still young,
Chirping day and night all along,
Quiet and salubrious in the nest,
Healthy and happy all the while
Flutter their wings as the cotton seeds,
Just released from the pods from the hills,
Swaying gently humming the loving notes,
The happy memory birds will fly until the end.
Such a lovely expression of the memories detailing as memory bird, it is heart felt.
memory birds...such a lovely expression Veeraiyah, it stirms me to think of memory buds that keep blooming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories are like birds. They chirp, flutter, and fly. Beautiful poem.