Nightingales And Flowers Poem by H.M.Usman Dar

How beautifully nightingales play with flowers,
Peck at their buds, flutter their wings and glide away.
The flowers are comfortable and in a trance,
As if among them their beauty holds sway.
They daily appear to dally with them,
Merrily, happily their day passes by.
The flowers respire aromatic breathes, and smile,
Like the beloveds who don’t pull their faces wry.
Gallantly they meet and chat up,
And are very happy for they know;
They can find so many to make merry,
Why then stick to one and strike a row?