Musfiq us shaleheen

Gold Star - 4,822 Points (31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

The Language Of Birds - Poem by Musfiq us shaleheen

Sparrow's twitter
From the dawn of
Hearing the hassle of Myna
This morning
Or the Singing Cuckoo
Of yesterday afternoon

Read the language of their time
When they say it certainly
As the Morning
Evenings
Or mid of the Summer noon

Read their body language
When they are sounding
Beside window
Or playing
In the lake water

Draw my attention
But I don't understand
Completely
Assume
It is a pester
Argue with friends
Or by calling the dear
At this time,
We say that the Spring
Or Say any unspoken Dream
Seeking through the Bridge
That breezing over Heart
And The Soul

You invite
The spring comes
But I do not understand
So what are the
Give your tunes
I sorted the words

Whatever may be the tune
Guess again,
Or partial
But they say
We see
Hear
Their songs
Their mother tongue

They pointed out that
Indicates
Each other
To visit the open sky
Afield
Dance with the wind
It also has to
Entertained
Any pain that may be broken
Their heart
Playing a melancholy tune

Which refers to the words
Of their mother
The words
Of the Nature
Realizes that we
But never try to feel with the heart

Topic(s) of this poem: language, song, words

Form: Prose Poem


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015



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