Author Dina Nath Nadim Mynahs espied a small blackbird and from afar said: 'Hey, where are you going so early? Who do you call up this time?' The blackbird replied: 'You have to hide the booty of autumn, I have to collect the treasures of spring.' [Translated by Arvind Gigoo] Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments