When the bird stops tweeting,
Nature falls silent,
A drop from a poet's eyes
Falls on his shoes.
None to see, none to console.
Remorseful,
The bird sings again.
That makes the poet cheerful,
So he writes again.
Dhaka
14 January 2016
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@Abhilasha Bhatt, Thanks for reading my poem and leaving your kind words of appreciation here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature's friends are many, That touch a poet's heart, But the song of a bird, sweetly heard Is enough for that heart, to restart. You're poem is beautiful in all its depth with such fine simplicity conceived.
Thanks for your kind, appreciative comment, @Sandra Feldman. Coincidentally, I have just read your poem 'Love's Painful Cry', and left a comment there. I think both the poems have a similar baseline!