The Lamp Of Florance Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

When I landed the land
Of Michelangelo, Dante
And Davinci, Perugino, Raphael
My soul yearned for Florence
Where the renaissance architects
Lay in grave with tongue motionless
With their magic hands motionless
Where Michel's David stood tall
But my eyes searched
To find the Nightingale of Florence
Who rose to an angel in war front
Who cared and nursed
Crimean war warriors
And told the tale of war
The utter futility and misery
That mankind ever been haunted
With no end in sight!
As I stepped on the soil of Florence
I heard the song of a brown bird
That perch on a shubbery
With a moving rufous tail
Rhythmic with the music
That flow from the open beak
That the bird sing for centuries
From Asia and Europe
That lights the lamp
Of the Nightingale of Florence
Still after centuries that flow
And that nurse the marvelous
Thought of a lady who exhausted
The span of life leased to her
By the Almighty blessed with boons!
That Rome hug her in love
That world chant her name
In chorus with the song of nightingale!