To The Grey Nocturnal Simpatico Nightingale Poem by Muzahidul Reza
To The Grey Nocturnal Simpatico Nightingale
Looking at the globe and its human whole
Thinking of its moving and their activities
The inner space is filled mile after mile,
In acute pain my tormented soul cries;
There gather sad, depressed, melancholic tune
O, grey, nocturnal, simpatico nightingale!
But to express those my sore throat can't sing
O, grey, nocturnal, simpatico nightingale!
My face and appearance are multi folded pale
O, grey, nocturnal, simpatico nightingale!
But after lingering essays no way it is hale
O, grey, nocturnal, simpatico nightingale!
It is a great ode with high degree of sense and sensitivity about unruly happenings 5 *****
What a poem! Excellent in expression, highly executed, a strong attempt against violating rules and crimes, loved
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The inner space is filled mile after mile, In acute pain my tormented soul cries; TOUCHING LINES, loved