Me, in my morning rush hour
cook scrub and clean
a nightingale amidst a concrete jungle
screams and orders meto stop
to listen to her melody
'stop your chores, spare me your ear
I thought you missed me'
My ties with the nightingale
began when I lost mine
its melancholic tune chided me, irritated me
for I wishedto enjoy nothing
As I lay grieving for my princess
days passed, years passed
I started seeing my princess in the nightingale
whenever I heard its melody
I felt as if my princess was visiting me
As I changed houses
I thought I had lost my visitor
the sharp sound of the nightingale
shook me out of my stupo
r
seemed to be angry with me
it seemed to complain
' you have forgotten me! '
no hardly ever
my wound of losing myprincess is as raw as it was
and your tune as melancholic as always
Ratnaprabha r raykar
Prabha, this is quite touching and a poem expressing your inner feelings through a nightingale's singing. It is true, that God always gives different options, when he takes away one. Prabhu Anna and Ratnaprabha
change house or not, a chiding princess to reside ever in your memory...good write Ratna...your lines follows the bird's chiding...10
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice.. i too feel with the loss of ur princess. the nightingales song in ur life and how it influences you. very nice and poetic. thank u for sharing this. would like to get ur comments on my poems too. thank u again