The The Golden Oriole Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

You are so beautiful
and sing you so beautifully, golden oriole,
Flame yellow,
Golden yellow
And flowery and ornate
Looking
Oriole,
Golden oriole!

A bird with the black head
And the lines on the breast
Sing you, sing you
So mellifluously
Engulfing the area
In your song and
And its breaking tunes,
Oriole!

Up above the tree perched on the boughs
You keep singing,
Singing and singing
So sweetly
That the music flowing
Charms the moment
We hear
And the sweetness breaking,
Oriole!

O golden voiced, God-gifted singer,
Tell me, tell me about
The secret of your songs,
Tell me, tell me about
The sweetness of singing,
Oriole, golden oriole,
About music divine and its sweetness!

Singing from far perched on some tree
Even I can hear
Your songs engulfing,
Charming to core,
Taking us far away
To the domains, domains
Where dwell in you!

Let me, let me hear you,
Your songs and its music,
The sweetness profound,
Joys that of mine
But the songs yours,
Oriole, golden oriole,
Let me, let me stop by,
Stop by to hear you!

O God-gifted singer,
Singer Divine,
Music is in your song
And its tuning,
Sweetness is in being mellifluous
And you singing from
To the pleasure of ours,
Oriole, golden oriole!