Making Melody Poem by Khirod Dalpati

At the call of the early morn,
Birds sing their beautiful song;
In the distant wood is heard,
The notes of the coco bird.

Once more the wood is
Filled with its life,
With the melodious music
Of the birds - as harp.

Will I ever find such music
In the core of the heart?
Such serene melody
Of peace and love.

Will every morn bring to me
The peace of heaven?
As to the little birds
The Almighty has given.