Through bulky windows
Swans and doves march at the stroke of light.
Leopards as well as bats race through the night.
The Moon their only guide.
That portraits what they hide..
Doves forget their direction,
Are eaten for satisfaction.
Yet The sun shines it's light
For ducklings to get through night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem