Last Nightingale Poem by Mohammad Younus
Last Nightingale
The trees are stripped naked
The flowers have paled down
The singing birds have vanished
Now the last nghtingale remains
We sit together, the nightingale and me,
Until only the nightingale remains
Who sings to himself through all seasons
It is time to be happy, and sing the pleasure songs
As amazing things are on the way
Let's forget about all the memories of sufferings and pain
Mykoul
Very nice poem with a sweet flow. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.
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 6:37:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautifully written and interesting reading....10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and ratings