I see the bird,
It's old and weak now,
But its throat is the same,
As it was in the earlier days,
For this it can sing sweet songs always
And I listen to its songs
With rapt attention,
It inspires me
To walk with great ease and spontaneity.
A well inked poem. Truly marvelous......5 stars*****
An innate talent will never cease. It is embedded in the core of being. An interesting poem well conveyed.
Songs of birds are always a delight for the ears especially early in the morning and late in the evening when there is relatively less noise. Beautifully penned!
Nature gives us great models A poet an imitate them beautifully This poem is an example
Oh, I give it the 5 top rating but who knows if the score card is working yet or not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this poem so very much- -it spoke of the voice of the aged being still held to be a sweet sound in life