The restless nightingale sang sweet songs
She was alone and her songs were sad
Her songs sounded sweeter than the bells
Missed something, knew only what she had.
When the king read about the nightingale,
Sent his servants to bring her in the palace,
She said her songs sound best among the trees
But she went to the king's majestic terrace.
Thereat she learned how love is materialized,
She saw human couples loving each other,
She watched with a keen interest the joy
Of a woman to become after pains a mother.
When replaced by an artificial toy nightingale
She got a reason to escape from the house,
To date among flowers for a lovely life partner,
To pass the rest of her life as a loyal spouse.
The king fell sick when the toy went out of order,
And there was none to repair the toy nightingale
He then realized his mistake and got planted a tree
Hoping one day would come back the singing female.
The king was close to death nobody could cure him
The tree of love grew and touched king's windows,
A couple of nightingale came and made a nest,
World is a desert and she needed the safe meadows.
The king recovered quickly and listened to the songs
Beats of two voices with ecstatic rise and soothing fall,
The king knew sooner or later the voices will be four,
Listened to the tune of four chords, wasn't wrong at all.
A beautiful poem. Birds, other animals, and everything that belongs in the nature should stay there. Humans should not put other magnificent creatures in cages, but we should just appreciate their beauty in their natural habitat... Thank you for sharing Mr Jawad - :)
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An excellent imaginative write. A great story with a meaningful message. Compelling imagery.10
Love is not a 'thing'. Indeed it is not material at all. Yet it affects in wondrous ways.
I have read the tale The Emperror and The Nightingale, a nice extract of the tale with your poetic approach.
we are the natural being The natures have great healing power if we want to live healthy we need to be closed to nature fictitious everything gives us ephemeral happiness great job
sweetest songs of nature and yes we live, we live in nature every feather of nature for us, for our life every breath of nature for our healthy life and we materialize it to live more comfortably ....... nice writings..10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a very lovely poem about the nature of love. Art and love should be freedom song and should not be caged.