Treasure Island

Santosh Sharma


Autumn Days of Nightingale


Autumn Days of Nightingale

Active and swift,
Lovable and romantic
Was the nightingale

Flown to the gardens
Wandered in the bye lanes
Bruised the feathers
Injured the wings

Neither could find green leaf
Nor couldn’t sense a flower
Disgusted and disappointed
Sitting on the dry bush

Oh nightingale,
This is the way life is
Happiness and sorrows
Pain and pleasure
Are parts of the same coin

Neither to grieve,
Nor to dismay
Patience for few days
Again the spring will spurt
With it’s beauty and rhyme

Today craving for one flower
Tomorrow you will have flowers and flowers
All around.

Submitted: Sunday, November 14, 2010

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