IN SEARCH OF PEACE…

This is a bird’s voice

Hearing in the honeyed middle of

Night even

Staying at a branch of mango’s tree

As the summer is started

Rainey days are far away

This bird which is seen in days

Of bright sunshine

Possessed dark yellow peak

Little eyes, small neck, shiny

Feathers of deep brown colour

And black just strong legs

Those will be much useful

To make it fly pushing its body

While leaving the branch of the tree

This bird’s throat is very small

But strong enough to make

Its voice to reach quite a long

Way of the space

Though the language of the bird

Is new to human

One can have the felling in mind

As she is alone, much alone

The voice of the bird is very fine

Melodious as it is falling the on ears

Spread the pain in mind,

Quite repeatedly, the bird makes her

Voice sometimes the tune is big

Sorrow is more

The cry is in search of her partner

Lived together happily

During the season

 He will come home soon

The cry will make a way

To reach him through the

Air mind as a medium

The is crying and crying

Again and again in search of peace

And live with her pair

-ayyan-         09052010