The nightingale is telling
But telling what
Who is here
To explain at this hour.
That here it is spring
That I know from Him
That I am here I know
From the nightingale.
I refrained from crying
And I live in pain
You told me where there is
Pain there is gain.
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It's true Gajanan. Where is pain there is gain. We learn a lot in difficulties, Read my new poems when you could. Mohabeer Beeharry