This one, she was born eccentric
a lone bird with a difference
perhaps in search for the ethnocentric
she had trailed along with indifference
Wandering from one corn field to another
all through her life in frivolous blunder
since birds of a feather flock together
this one- she didn't just fit in- no wonder-
Though the winds of fate whisper from time to time
to her- of a magical land far beyond perception
that held the missing part of the songs that rhyme
to the unfulfilled melodies of conception
Until one fine day as she turned into a fledgling
at the emergence of a sunlit dawn
just as the fable says, the ugly duckling- -
was finally transformed into a swan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem