Song Of The Birds Poem by Ram Kesh Mishra

Song Of The Birds



Oh! Lord of dawn, wake up
And pour them consolation
The birds are creating the melodies
Amd music in your praise
Oh! no they are praying for welcome
Rise! oh God rise! For them
Show thy love for their hope
Many voice many kinds
Sweet music all ways
They hearing you, the echoes

Oh! lord of midday, hear
They still producing the music
But now the sadness sits on their tone
Making the echoes dim
Human cries prevent their muse
They live on the hoop for money to live
And for some unnecessities
All voice growth loud
Slow voice fainted
And disturbs the internal peace.

Oh! God of evening, stop
Listen with silence and see
They fly towards their nests to rest
And to make a farewell
The human voice grow pale
The birds are growing happy
And pray for rise the next day
All time they sing
Many kinds they pray
But now the insects in the charge.


Ram kesh mishra
Sultanpur, UP, India
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