Upon the sky the winged voices soar,
In whispered tunes they weave the hidden tale;
Each rustling leaf, each river's gentle roar,
Reveals the secrets that the winds unveil.
The breeze conveys their soft and subtle rhyme,
Through every branch the forest listens near;
A fleeting trill dissolves the bounds of time,
Yet speaks of love, of joy, and silent fear.
While human tongues are trapped in mortal ways,
The birds through songs of freedom find their way;
A chirp, a trill, a spark of nature's praise,
Unfolds the world in light of dawn's first day.
So let us learn from voices of the free,
For speech can soar where hearts alone can see.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, Nadia
Copyrights@September27,2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem