When my nightingale sings
A dream lets out a clarion call
For it is a song for all - you and me.
A song for it is sometimes never sung before.
It needs no other singer nor any musician.
My nightingale often falls silent,
Leave her alone, dear ones.
A song for all is often silent thus
As no torrents thereof transmounts the minds.
A song for all sometimes cristalises into a mute babe.
My nightingale craves for an Oscar Wilde
To listen to her songs vivid and sweet.
But where is he? Has he not died for ever
Leaving this bird lonely for ever?
Who cares for me? Who knows that it is my bird too?
Next my bird cries for a care taker.
A silent wave of her last song not sung
She seems to forget that I too have ears!
Is it not that she is craving for
An entry into those spirit stubborn and elusive?
I see an Oscar Wilde living in each of you
And I have a plea for you, ' Please, listen to her
For none has ever sung for you all with this blind faith'.
You have ears and she knows that
I do not care for what my bird thinks of me!
My nightingale`s notes are firm for a life time
And the songs are sung in a steady way by her.
Your breath too will substantiate that it is a life`s tale.
If you miss to feel it, you will miss to learn about your life.
Dear mortals enlightened, have a mind to hear her on.
Every song sung by my nightingale for you and me
Will make the cuckoos nostalgic and shy later,
And she will come to all your dwelling places
To absorb the new notes unleashed by your sobs
And the mute riches of my nightingale have no reverses.
So tuneful so divinely so inspiring this poem is, I am speechless........I see so much talents so much Oscars in your poem.........well done my dear well done..........I will go through all your works soon................thanks for sharing..........
A beautiful poem, honestly it's just beyond words, loved reading every line
I wish if it were there, Val. It is hypothetical. Thank you.
Is your nightingale someone special Dinesh, or just hypothetical. A fine romantic write, enjoyed reading.
A song for all sometimes crystalises... Some times as a beautiful red rose. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
You have carried on a tradition of the Great romantic relation of the birds and bards...your nightingale has also the ability of pouring forth her soul abroad...she looks like your muse...another immortal nightingale in the poetry world! ! !
This poem is as sweet as the song of a Nightingale! The Nightingale sings for you and me and for all of us! But as it belongs to the wide skies, it cannot be tamed by any of us, nor it requires a caretaker. If it is caged, it may stop singing! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OH how wonderful, it was like listening to a soft melody, my words would be less to describe my feelings, just beautiful sir bravo