Nightingale Or Singing Bird Poem by Zaw Thit

Little bird!
The young Farmer!
You are a handmade creation of God

Shrink your universe of wings
And singing the Sowing Songs
Nobelest Messenger!
Who carries the pure Soul in bead
We
See all the things

Someone who harvests
Green tender Leaves
Newly born fruits
The young stalks of paddy
Cannot see
Your stream of song
winding and flowing
gorges and ravines

Little birds
The great benefactor
Sing the song of sowing the seeds
Carry the soul
Jump over the ravine
Hypnoise the nights
with all of your songs...

When your stream of song
Flows into the never leaf-fall forest
Where the flowers are in full bloom
with fragrance
We...
Will sow the new Seeds


Zaw Thit