Once the bird would soar freely in my sky
And sing a sweet melody just for me.
Her syrupy song would fill me with joy.
Now I can't listen to her melody.
Sitting in the green branches of my mind
She would feel relaxed to open her heart
And pour a music carri'd by the wind
Everywhere - in the garden of my earth.
Suddenly a hunter came and shot her
When she was singing a song easefully.
Then she fell on the ground near the hunter
Who caged the injured bird happily.
Even my sky cries now for the poor bird
As her sweet melody will ne'er be heard.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@November16,2016 (7: 10pm) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much dear poet Mr. Robert Murray Smith for your kindness.