Only after
feathers became pens,
would anyone have thought
that anyone would think,
'You can't see a swan's skin
for the things that hold ink.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In olden days swan feathers were used as pen after sinking in ink. At that time no fountain or ball pens were available. This poem is an amazing perceptional poem shared.