The Bird Poem by Muhammad Ashraful Alam

Bird also have language.
Which he inherited from his mother.
The pulse of his soul.
Invisible divine power.
However, I do not understand the language of bird.
What is in his sweet voice?
Which I got involved in an unknown attraction.
A rainbow rises in the sky of fickle mind.
Infinite source of inspiration.
Bird is the unique beauty of nature.
I think deeply about him and try to understand.
The desire of arises to building relationship, love and intimate conversation.
Competing fly with free bird, the mind wants to mix (blend) into the bluey.
To get an ear I want to listen to the words stored in the depths of his mind.
But, I can't.
This is a heartache!
It hurts me.
Yet, I feel his language and being with my heart.
Where there is absolute peace and heavenly bliss.