Ravinder Kumar Soni
The Song-Birds - Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni
From my window, I can see the birds gather and chirp as though
Debating inconclusively their individual flights and instincts;
And perched high on the pomegranate tree they peck at the ripe fruit
Almost ready to spill its glistening pink and white seeds.
Usually, they present a picture of unbridled wild confusion
But today, there is no chirping amongst the gathered birds;
All is quiet, and these birds seem to wait for the nightingales
To strike their melodic alarms, to whistle, trill, and gurgle.
For the melodious and transcendent voice of the nightingale
To remain subdued for a long time is unthinkable, unheard of,
In its absence, a sudden quiet permeates and soaks the air
And all else alike, this silence has become quite unbearable.
Soon a koel trilling aloud imitating the nightingales that were
Has made all other birds join in to sing the same old song,
Following suit, all nightingales choosing to break their quiet
Have also started to sing their popular wordless song.
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