The Bruised Nightingale

To express her unspeakable agony,

With pain and sorrow she sings;

Her feathers hurt and broken,

She looks at her maimed wings.

With her disturbed and blank thoughts,

Her caged mind is empty and lonely;

As she sits on a shabby twig,

Of the hallow red banyan tree.

Those pale eyes as dark as ebony,

With a golden peach rump;

She looks at the orange sky,

And longs to be free.