Friday, January 1, 2016

My Tiny Bird

A tiny little bird
lands on my windowsill,
sings for me to wake up,
on every delightful morning.

Bright as a candle flame,
awake before the dawn,
you keep flying around,
to help the sun rise.

Such a tiny little bird,
where is your throat,
where is your heart,
i cannot help but wonder!

My bird begins to sing,
its tiny body vibrating,
letting its heart out,
to be one with nature.

I do want to sing,
and forget my worries,
just like you,
my tiny little bird!!!

Free Translation of a Telugu poem by Sri Vadrevu Ch Veerabhadrudu

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