Obsolete Bird Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

For a long time in the spring
The nightingale perches on the branch of a tree,
But it does not sing
And it looks sad.
The little boy becomes curious,
He asks the sweet bird,
"Why are you not singing? "
The bird sorrowfully answers,
"I have become obsolete in the present world,
My song is no longer relevant in this sphere,
That's why I am reluctant to sing."
The boy exclaims in grief,
"What a ruthless and worthless world! "