The Stubborn Lover Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Up the tree high up from ground
the stubborn lover makes a metallic sound
if from the foliage can reach his voice
a mate finds out makes him her choice.

The summer noon is deep lonesome
hot winds blow in somber hum
'neath gray sky he strums in wait
a soulful beat in search of mate.

She seems so close yet never too nigh
his breast breathes out sigh on sigh
Spring is gone soon will come rain
yet finds no soul to dispel his pain.

He doesn't give up calling from morn
if comes his way a heart lovelorn
I too want he gets his mate
the stubborn lover coppersmith barbet.