The black bird is singing
in the dead of night
The black bird is singing
to unfurl her beauty
in the dead of night
when the entire creation is
enjoying sub-conscious melody of life
the black bird is singing
sitting on the top of garret
breaking the silence of mid-night
her voice is echoing
from earth to sky
making an effulgent craft
to decor the night
sucking all griefs of life
preparing for a better tomorrow.
Beautiful flow of words... sucking all griefs of life preparing for a better tomorrow. Beautiful way you have captured the black bird. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Stunning imagery that evokes the magic and mystery of her song. 'the entire creation is enjoying sub-conscious melody of life' Its metaphors such as this that make trawling this site so worthwhile. Thank you.