Flapping like fledglings
They take their place in the clouds of time
Not sure how long it lasts
Resolved to go on in its ecstasy
Vibrant like eagles
They soar high through the sky
Not minding a feeble wing
Resilient to chance
Strengthened by their folks
They are headed for wonderland
Not assured of nothing
Resting their hopes on the fun
Then the enemy comes knocking
Slowly becomes faster
And the grassy land turns white
Regretting the vacuum of time
I'm guessing that zuguru are some kind of birds? Did you know that you can explain things that some people might not understand in the poet's notes? Welcome to Poem Hunter!
Really a poignant reflection, written with clarity of thought and mind. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start, Sorbari. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks