The Parched mind of a hornbill seems to be
A desert that craves for an oasis;
Water droplets or rain water, it needs
A few drops of liquid to wet its beaks;
Thirst of all kinds will remain to be thirst
Unless and until it is being quenched!
(Composed with 10-syllable lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem