1. The bird went on piping in sweetest
tone
Melodies sprung from her
bosom with ease;
Though she knows that she
is alone;
Her melodies melted waste
and none doth please.
Still, she went on
singing at night
As if to please distant
stars and moon-light.
Like a traveler, who hums
to himself at night
To divert his sense of
dread as there is none in sight.
2. The source of her song rushed swift
like a fountain
Her swelling feelings she
could not but restrain
A medley of diverse
pleasures and pain
Her flowing thoughts
within, she could not contain
Whether others heard or
not she heeded not
She felt relief in pouring out her thoughts.
Lonely standing like a
saint on her lonely tree
She poured out her
feelings undisturbed and free.
3. Her strange appearance, feathers and
hue
Made her a stranger to
other feathered friends;
None came near her, nor
any help extend
She remained a visitor
from distant realms new
None joined her company
to sing or swing
Her strange voice did not
attract and bring;
On a lone branch she
perched steady and alone
None came forward to
blend their voice with her tone.
4. Her dreams, desires and hopes found
way
In her sweet songs
fraught with feelings deep
The whole vale echoed
surrounded by summits steep
Yet none listened to her
inspiring lays;
She heard her own rhythms
with a sense of thrill
Which flowed with ease
like a mountain-rill.
The whole valley
responded to her charming tone
Transporting her to
remote worlds unknown.
5."For whom will she sing?” you may ask.
In her world of music,
she dwells
She sings with ease from
her sylvan dell
In fading light at the
time of dusk;
Her voice pours out her
unfulfilled dreams;
Flowing effortless like a
mountain stream;
She sings for herself to
unburthen her feelings
Her soul reverberates
with thousand meanings.
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6th March 2025 Somaeshu Gutala
