I know I am far off from the nightingale that would sing of love, happiness and generosity

[author title=”Apu Mondal ” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Contemporary-World-Literature-Bengal-Apu-Mondal-Sindh-Courier-e1617308296993.jpg”]Poet Apu Mondal is from Kolkata now settled in South India. He is an English teacher by profession. Passionately dedicated to poetry he has written over 700 poems in English. He holds an honorary D. Lit in Poetry. Some of his poems are published in national and international anthologies. His poems deal with human concerns and nature as part of life.[/author]

 

Poet in search of Nightingale

In olden days, poets hailed

The nightingale,

Which sang copiously

Outside the window

And inside the poet

The pen sang alongside

Pouring pages of joyful

Rhapsody!

 

Now, the mist has thickened

At the shoulders

Of the mountains,

The breeze is sadder,

Moon becomes moody

And the nightingale is

Hardly seen at day!

 

I know my ink is thick

As the thickness in

My heart,

Therefore the ink refuse

To move forward

And form blisters in my

Blood, from where

The sighs emanate.

 

I know I am far off

From the nightingale

That would sing of

Love, happiness

And generosity,

So I can tell the poor

I’m with them instead

Of sighing,

I can love everything

Like the moonlight

And look inside me

For the immortal

Nightingale singing!

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