What, if a singing bird has no choice,
But to quietly mute her own voice,
Who would notice, who would care?
What, if a brooding bard caps his pen,
Will there be anybody to see the pain,
And to visit his den to drop a tear?
What, if a babbling brook loses its way,
In the arid plains, in the soil parched gray,
Who would cry for rain, in a solemn prayer?
Dhaka
12 December 2014
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A singing bird, a brooding bard, a babbling brook, Give this poem, a most eternal look! An ever most touching poem, that cannot be forgotten. Only a very deep poetic heart could have written something so caringly and tenderly beautiful. A double 10
Thank you, Sandra Feldman, for your kind appreciation and generous rating of the poem. Much inspired by your appraisal of the poem.
There are so many what ifs in life. We may not be able to answer them all but we can rely on the Creator of the universe to make things right. Inspiring.
'We may not be able to answer them all but we can rely on the Creator of the universe to make things right' - yes, truly so. Thanks for your inspiring words, @Patricia Grantham.
What sad circumstances you mention here. It makes me want to volunteer to help the bird sing again, to encourage the bard to write again, and to guide the brook back to the parched soil. I don't think crying or praying for rain would accomplish much. What a thought provoking poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what if.... i liked the title! and so your poem good... it attracts me, i keep reading it over and over good job!