Here I Bleed Poem by Aftab Alam
Here I Bleed
One little baby sat on the balcony
Of fourth floor at the break of the day
And regularly sings……….
Dark, dark; no light
Only darkness
In this empty world
With its emptiness.
Bark, bark; no sight
Only darkness
In this hauling world
With its emptiness
On the sea!
Shark, shark; without might
Only sharpness
Into that sharpen world
Without any rightness
Lark, lark where are you?
Why singeth no song?
Where is the nightingale?
Why bringeth no tongue?
Tinge of wings with sound I need
O! Heavenly soul
Bring me the mead
Here I bleed, I bleed//
A poetic plea to d lark n nightingale my fav songbirds. A delightful poem!
A yearning for songs to be sung again in this darkened world to lighten up and soothe your soul! Lovely write!
wonderful write, my dear poet, thanks. I like it. heavenly one really.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 7:52:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The song of a lark lifts up our weary spirits! These days when many birds are an endangered species, there is hardly any bird song greeting the dawn! !