Let Her Bloom Again Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Where is that hurt nightingale?
That brought me alive in life’s dale.
Tell me your saddest tale
and lessen your pain caused by a gale.

Your heartless kin have left you alone
to curse ill-fate and life to moan.
A little mercy none has shown
and your hope to refresh they have blown.

The flowers in thy lawn I make to bloom
and drive-out the mind-boggling gloom.
In thy charred heart leave me some room
To make it lusty and a post-doom boom.