Nightingale's Invocation Poem by R.K.S. Yadav

In the voiceless morning
A nightingale's invocation
Leave the beds and behold the spring!
How pleasant free from attention
I am here and there for your love
Most of you selfish and lazy
Don't you recognize me?
Was it Keats who had only love?
Love and dance and sing with me
You are both busy and dizzy
Where is Keats tell me please?
If you can't get up, with finger please
He didn't leave me but I
He was lost in my singing
And wished to make me immortal
Only his picture is in my eye
Oh! you aren't telling
I am not here to stay long
Hear the stepping sounds of the men
Oh! Keats where art thou?
Isn't my pain smelling?