Song Of Nightingale Poem by Aftab Alam
Song Of Nightingale
Honey throated bird –O Nightingale
Thou singeth on dreamy easeful fane
Melody of thy song defreeze the frozen
One must enjoy the song of the bird,
One must praise the song of the bird,
What hid in her throat, why to search?
We must try to learn the song that awakes,
And not the throat that resonant song
Let the bird sing endlessly endlessly long
O Nightingale! Come on, hide in my mind,
I want to sing Nightingales song, O Wind!
Life must be melodious, if melody composed
Ah, the suckled sweet pitch of the song bird...Had one outside my window last Spring...Damn thing nested up and had a dozen chicks! I threw away my alarm clock, as I had now inherited a new one from Mother Nature...An early Christmas Gift, I thought? No, no...that would be the proverbial Partridge in a pear tree....None the less, they and I finally bonded and when they all flew the coop, ooops... I mean the nest, I actually missed them all...The matriarch stayed for awhile longer, I guess to entertain me with some solos....a far cry from a 13 bird concert...But, that's life...Hey, a fine write, my friend....as always! ~FjR~
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This poem sings - - - O Nightingale! Come on, hide in my mind, I want to sing Nightingales song, O Wind! Life must be melodious, if melody composed