Things may change
But root remains the same
The melody of Nightingale
Throughout the world is same.
Whatever the world brings
With same tune it sings
Place it in bonded cage
Or in a freedom filled stage.
By seeing the bird in tree
Along its tune you become free,
Your spirits are chained
If within walls its song is entertained
Let it be, as it would be
For all of us to be free.
well penned...... let it be as it would be....... but not we..........
yeh very true things should remain the same as God intended them to be a lovely write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem Venkatesh! Kudos.