O! Tiny birds
Come to me.
I am holding on my palms
Grains for you.
For your beaks
I have some water.
Birds replied
No---no
No---no
I invited them
Come, sit on my shoulders
I want to understand
Your language
I want to converse with you
In your language
I want to know from you
What do you feel
About this world?
Birds replied
No---no
No---no
I asked
What happened?
What happened?
O! Tiny birds.
Birds got scared of me
Ran away
Then, spoke in their chirping language.
They asked me
Do you tell lies?
--Yes-----
You commit violence?
-----Yes-----
You eat our little mates
Like potato and brinjal
Yes ---yes
Then, we will not come to you
We will come to you
Only when you
Become like birds
When you will become like us
Presently
You are a human-being
Very frightful.
A Panjabi poem ਅਸੀਂ ਤਦੋਂ ਆਂਵਾਂਗੇ,composed by Dr Amarjeet Kaunke and translated into English, by me, with his consent.
Rajni Chhabra
ਅਸੀਂ ਤਦੋਂ ਆਂਵਾਂਗੇ
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