The Red Bird Poem by CHARUMATHI SRINIVASAN
The Red Bird
The red bird, decorated with a silvery feather
Sings a song, for no one in all weather;
Plaintive it sounds, this song for no one;
Still the notes sink our hearts, one by one,
Into that world that belongs to no one but imprisons every heart
The Red Bird is perched atop, plays and sings, without bothered about its part
Even though I'm not a big fan of small poems this is beautiful and enigmatic. Makes me truly feel about the way birds sing. Lovely piece. Good job
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I would like to translate this poem
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2/27/2026 5:01:08 PM # 1.0.0
A sublime start with a nice poem, Rover. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.