they go away one by one
leaving their nests and nestlings
winged birds of the mystic hills
they perform somersaults in the air
hoping the dry wind will not give
them a scratch and flow away smoothly
they are innocent minds of the nature
they are not proud of their tiny wings
colored and serrated and well woven
with plumes fetched from their parents
they go down in a hurry to catch
the rolling worms and go up speedily
to sit on the clouds and devour.
they are kind and sweet hearted
for they don't know there is a
storm rising behind them that will
sweep them away from the sky and
dump them in the eddies of an ocean
Beautifully put across lovely poetry for not only we but birds will love it AKP Thank you for your kindness AKP UR a gr888888 poet decent really Do well keep at it you will surely win
'for not only we but birds will love it AKP, ... that is really very sweet comment. Thanks a ton.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
they are kind and sweet hearted for they don't know there is a storm rising behind them that will sweep them away from the sky and dump them in the eddies of an ocean.. nature and innocence.. wonderful.. tony
I am glad you liked it sir. Thanks for reading and giving such wonderful comment. My heartfelt gratitude.