Loneliness Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

From the eyes of a sad dove
So suffered from loneliness
A dropp of tear fell off rolling down,
The tear dropp would fall down heavily,
Carelessly, with a bump and noisily.
Its bones would split into pieces at the sight
A thundering echo frightened the heart of the night
From fear the tender crops would jump up light
The hungry ants fighting for a seed with all their might
Would fleet away in all directions in the site
The two birds singing with joy on the tree high
Got frightened from this site and took flight
From this battling and chaos around so tight
It was a mouse that made more profit by selling
Its nest for a thousand and one money
The cleaner wind which came out of its egg only yesterday,
Was at a loss not knowing to what grave to bury
The bone pieces of the tear dropp scatted around.