Ode On Bird
by Danish Mand Khan
Silver blanket skirts the earth
Melody fills and the song takes birth
Not in jungles where Nymphs Sing
Nor in Oceans or Hilly springs
Neither on Snow topped Hills
But in a rusty old grill
Sings the Nightingale a song lovely
Like undines and sirens in deep Sea
Luring Lost and wayward sailors to End
Sings the Nightingale not the Perfidious rhythm
But a song of dying melancholy and drowning servility
For mankind it is, which perceives it a soulful sound
But only knows the bird of the misery she abounds
Her Lord basks in the sound of his captive
Perceives not the pain which is undyingly active
For Brute and fauna men say, can’t be pitiful or glad
Deplorable, Dismissal, and Dejection they can never have
Yet the cage he opens
And brings out the Bird, Showering his pity
Declaring openly the heavens await for her
“Fly O Bird! Fly, Fly towards the purview,
Fly to be one with the rainbow or Sunlight on a wintry day
Fly and be a smile on the reaper when she’s scything Hay
Or the tears of a mother seeing her infant play
Fly to be the Rain wetting the dryness
Or a Cover of Snow atop the mountains
So step forth and be one with nature’’
Raised the Nightingales her chopped wings
And with pain stabbed song began to sing
“What Glories, skies and Rainbows exalted?
Fly, sail and conquer or just stay remanded?
The wings to fly have long been gone
My spirit is dead, my life bygone
Wreathing with misery is my Fate
A dry rose, unwet of late
Implore you I, Allow me to retain this state
IF ‘tis my destiny so be it
I’ll drift away soon
To the Land of the Morrow’’
Melody fills and the song takes birth
Not in jungles where Nymphs Sing
Nor in Oceans or Hilly springs
Neither on Snow topped Hills
But in a rusty old grill
Sings the Nightingale a song lovely
Like undines and sirens in deep Sea
Luring Lost and wayward sailors to End
Sings the Nightingale not the Perfidious rhythm
But a song of dying melancholy and drowning servility
For mankind it is, which perceives it a soulful sound
But only knows the bird of the misery she abounds
Her Lord basks in the sound of his captive
Perceives not the pain which is undyingly active
For Brute and fauna men say, can’t be pitiful or glad
Deplorable, Dismissal, and Dejection they can never have
Yet the cage he opens
And brings out the Bird, Showering his pity
Declaring openly the heavens await for her
“Fly O Bird! Fly, Fly towards the purview,
Fly to be one with the rainbow or Sunlight on a wintry day
Fly and be a smile on the reaper when she’s scything Hay
Or the tears of a mother seeing her infant play
Fly to be the Rain wetting the dryness
Or a Cover of Snow atop the mountains
So step forth and be one with nature’’
Raised the Nightingales her chopped wings
And with pain stabbed song began to sing
“What Glories, skies and Rainbows exalted?
Fly, sail and conquer or just stay remanded?
The wings to fly have long been gone
My spirit is dead, my life bygone
Wreathing with misery is my Fate
A dry rose, unwet of late
Implore you I, Allow me to retain this state
IF ‘tis my destiny so be it
I’ll drift away soon
To the Land of the Morrow’’
DANISH MAND KHAN
A bit of an Author,
A tinge of a poet,
A sprinkle of a speaker,
A shadow of a footballer and a colorful Quill yielder.
A bit of an Author,
A tinge of a poet,
A sprinkle of a speaker,
A shadow of a footballer and a colorful Quill yielder.
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