Three birds perched
One flew away
Two remained perching
Another flew away
One remained perching
Another flew away
No bird remained
Three birds flew
They flew away
Out of sighting.
Very deep poetry …childhood …young age…old age…next finality…wonderful… congrats … Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
I like it also. Looks like a reality in life. Sometimes all go flying and we are left behind. Luckily our Creator is always by our side. Indeed a very nice, cute short poem.
So cute! Migration...to return again. Lovely little poem; D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Following the master's plan and to me it is lonely and haunting in a vision I miss the birds..........................Nice Poetry My Friend Jim Troy