The Bird Sings
People hear the bird sings
Sitting in a branch of a giant tree
With full throat ed melodious tone
And it looks happy and carefree
Quiet unknown of the fact that
The world is full with agony and pain,
The bird sings the songs of joy
But the songs seem fallacious and vain.
Screaming and groaning of sufferers
Abound everywhere in the soil
Men live here with utter disdain
In the midst of bullet and turmoil
Our long cherished hopes and desires
Shatter like pieces of transparent glass
Tension and frustration swallow us
We can’t live happily with our lass.
Death terrorizes us every moment
With its ugly gaping mouth
Fleeting time moves hurriedly
And silently retards our growth.
We eagerly pine for happiness
But that doesn’t come in our way
We swot hard day and night
To make life happy and gay.
We grow jealous when bird sings
In a melodious tone
And in lovely sunny day
We sit here and moan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem