Fly-fly! O bird
Winter's gone, Spring's come
And wore a veil all who were tired,
Allover now feel at home.
You may call a day
Southern ocean- the best
Or, fly far and away
There to make a nest.
The Spring will fill you
With which has long yearned
- -Night's peace, or morn's dew;
Refreshing hope, burned.
I call you yet, again
With the weigh of life,
Against feeling of world pain-
Fleeting upon conjured leaf.
Old gratitude! Have a wing
If you are concrete at aim
Same as Krishna, the king
Filled Earth with whim.
Who call you unblithe?
Must have a naked wear!
Or, remain unprevailing in mirth
As no earthly cause is dear.
You have your own voice-
Undaunted by any cause;
Amid skies, soaring high a choice
May you make, at a pause.
Your song is never ceased to be,
As guarded by some Angel
Of fresh and clear weather; see,
They are unutterable, well.
Fly- fly! O bird, sing
Let the old bards fail
Or not jeer upon your wing
To fly ups and downs the gale.
03/18/2016
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
This is a beautiful ode to the bird. Now since the winter has gone and the spring has come, the birds can come back and fill the air with their resonating song! Enjoyed reading!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
IA beautiful poem that makes the wonderful world of compassion and friendship to the bird.