we listen
to her love song
we love it
this song bird
is lovely
singing her song
to the rain
from atop the
mahogany tree
we pause for
a while
to find out the
object of her
passion and
affection
and having known
it finally
we arrive at this
decision
we do not like her
and we soon did not like
too
her very own
love songs.
Her sweet love song we listen carefully and peacefully this gives us thrill. An interesting poem is well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Song bird sings the beautiful songs of beautiful day. We love song birds and we hear the song of this bird. We pause for a while and find beauty in life. This poem is very interestingly penned...10