Bulbul بلبل
Blowing in warm breeze
under twigs, under wings
Listen…! a flutter
‘Bulbul’ was me, I
used to whisper
little sounds softly
A nightingale’s song / brings me out
of a dream / as the morning glows /
This spring is sonorous / and its
song gifted / a thousand notes
of a dream / as the morning glows /
This spring is sonorous / and its
song gifted / a thousand notes
I offered my arm
as a new branch