I saw a newborn bird die all alone,
its mother leaving it there in the nest,
as its chirp sounded like a deep moan.
As if not wanted, left to die like a pest,
one that could of been so ever sweet,
left to die, leaving me so depressed.
Even in the egg, forsaken from the heat,
and with little or no odds to live,
an attempt to life which led to deceit.
In a world of cold with nothing to give,
just a poor chick in a life so abusive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem about a baby bird? this subject of poetry is unique, in the sense of i would never have thought to write about something like that, but you did. very descriptive in the beginning. this is poem can be a realization of the real world.