The Singing Nightingale

Benediction to you, O comely nightingale

Who sings his own bel canto

Wish you also a greeting cordial

With a manifesto.

Over the treetops high

You make your abode so pretty

And sing, as your song passes by

The invisible Deity!

I was quite mournful this morn

Till I heard your heavenly song

Your dulcet voice keeps me adorn

With an unseen bliss, for so long.

Your song soothes the broken hearts

And consoles the gloomy

Your strain drives the woes to desert

And cheers us in agony!!

Your song makes the season merry

Trending all to fall in reverie

The heart dances it’s utmost glory

The soul forgets its misery.

Tell me, what inspires you to sing

In such a beautiful bliss

I guess your mate might be the being

Who offers you a lifelong aegis!

Your chum must be the sky

Who stays so close while you sing

And sometimes it must descry

Your inspirer sitting beside your wing!

The monsoon never dares to come

Whenever you spread your melancholy foam

You make every beast feel at home

And every birds their seasonal roam!

You are the symbol of the arrival of spring

Bequeathing the windy winter

Your voice ornaments nature as a ring

Worn by a belle round her finger!

You don’t crave for any admirer

Your voice is unique in your own desire

You are your soul's real composer

For which you become a great cynosure!!

Your flair made me your humble crony

And your great admirer I assure

You are devoid of worldly agony

And it’s true, like the sky’s azure!!

I am a vocalist whose thoughts abide

To present you with an unseen crown

I pray, whenever I sing, be my guide

So that I may never mourn!!