Nightingale & Me Poem by KALIAMMAL RAMESHKANNAN

Singing and singing with no break,
You peel the remorse and evoke
Humans dwell into your sweet annotation
I won't sit and lament for my omission.

Your authentic voice is given by Thee
Sometimes this makes me little envy
You loudly whistle, trill and gurgle
When I do my voice gets trouble.

Don't be pride of Thy gift,
He knows I'll lift my voice swift
People hear and get cheer with you
The sensitive souls who understand are few.

For your unbeatable tone you are my guide
As I follow you and custom with pride
You proved to be the bird of dignity
One day I'll be the world's celebrity