in the cage
the bird learns
to feign
and wear the
mask of birds
singing.
His heart is not to
sing,
not to be pleasant.
In his little body
there burns the fire
of aversion mixed
with fear
ignited
niter of the soul
the Mask of Birds
covers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great. We are all in a cage, learning to survive; feigns, masks, etc.