From the green woods in Spring
When in full throat you sing,
I feel your unseen presence
And my heart brims with ease.
You're a being of ever mystery
Just like your birth history.
When the travellers become weary
Your sweet music makes them lively.
You are an immortal bird-
Not a being of flesh and blood.
Since the dawn of civilization
You've been singing a syrupy song.
You are an angel sent by God
Or a nice fairy created by God.
When a child cries for his mother,
You soothe him with sweet numbers.
When I await my beloved for a long time,
Your sweet music enthralls my mind.
On this earth you pour not a song
But a melody or God's chant or hymn.
When I spend hours with my sweetheart
Even in an unromantic place of earth,
Your sweet music carries us to Eden
And we enjoy the bliss of Heaven.
Kolkata, India.
21st July,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written.10