Like an owl
With its big, round eyes,
Watching smaller swallows slip
Through the bars of the protective cage,
Up to the higher skies;
I am held captive
By motherly love –
The eldest among them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the idea of a protective cage. Much like being an overprotected child, you can understand the cage is there for your safety, but it doesn't make you yearn for freedom any less. Very nice =]