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.
You use your words to create a picture. Beautifully written and such a great use of sybolism. Great write thanks so much for sharing :)
i like the encouragement you give for the nightingale, and i also agree with what you said that sadness and sorrow are sometimes felt but anyway, it will pass, great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful indeed. thanks for sharing.