The birdie chirped on decorative sheet,
In the sky the roar has begun, has gone a downpour,
From fear she became mute...
But air was present such charm,
She has again wanted to fly …
And on wings the wind she has appeared on a cloud,
`I fly! '
She again and again was enticed...
despite fearful roars in life, the charm life brings in tempts us to fly high...good write 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem with nice positive approach. Love it,10+