The Bird Sings Poem by shakil ahmed

The Bird Sings

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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.

Sunday, November 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sanjukta Nag 08 November 2015

You revealed the actual aspects of life here, in the contrast of the singing of birds. A very well knitted poem. Great write!

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M Asim Nehal 08 November 2015

Nice use of metaphor Bird.............Amazing poem with nice flow. I enjoyed it..10+++

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Kelly Kurt 08 November 2015

Ignorance can indeed be bliss. Thanks, Shakil

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Oduro Bright Amoh 10 November 2015

A carefully written poem contrasting the gaiety of the birds song to real life situations. Brilliant

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Ency Bearis 10 November 2015

Great metaphor well presented, thanks for sharing

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Ramesh T A 08 December 2017

Yes, indeed only birds live a free life and is why they sing joyfully to live a nice life! Men have to learn how to divert their attention from all ills they have to suffer through out their life! Nice to read your poem! All the best!

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Dev Anand 07 October 2017

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 happiness is a great gift of God....... only when we relate ourselves to God , happines comes into our soul..... thank you dear poet. for this great poem. dev

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Rebecca Navarre 28 August 2017

A Beautiful Sad Touching Poem Of Deep Heart! ! ! ! ! Thank You For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many 10S! ! ! ! ! +++++

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Gordon Nosworthy 19 November 2016

Death terrorizes us every moment: have your read Denial of Death by Ernest Becker?

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Nosheen Irfan 31 May 2016

Wowww...so beautiful. Your words come straight from the heart n touch the reader deeply. Great work. Songs of birds n the sorrows of man are juxtaposed so well.

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shakil ahmed

shakil ahmed

Badarpur, Assam, India.
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