They come on holidays,
Like we go with our families
To our favorite place
Time and again
Every winter, they fly, million miles
Crossing many boundaries,
Mountains, forest, rivers, ponds
Roads, bridges everything on their way
To reach their destination
At some remote place
Where the pond awaits
Desperately to greet them
And when they arrive at pilgrimage place
The fresh fishes are served
And they forget the perilous journey
The pain and fatigue vanishes soon
Some are here for breeding
Some are here to perform rituals
They only know what they gain
But to us it is a wonder that remains mysterious
These migratory birds are real mystical. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem.
Now a days their nombers are declining.A nice job.
Migration is not always for pleasure but due to many reasons and you gave a thoughtful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem describing the inter-continental migration of certain species of birds. The analogy of birds in search of suitable destinations with change of climate with human beings going out on holidays is remarkable. Thanks, Asim ji.