The hornbill made a nest
On a tree in a small island
It's parched for no rain
Thank you dear Asim, where we build nests is lacking rain of love our thirst will not be satisfied
Thank you dear poet Kostas Lagos, many among us are like the hornbill who build a nest far away in a secluded area where we may not be able to quench our thirst
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful succinct poem with a meaningful message. Very thought provoking.