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Autumn Days of Nightingale
Autumn Days of Nightingale
Active and swift,
Lovable and romantic
Was the nightingale
Flown to the gardens
Wandered in the bye lanes
Bruised the feathers
Injured the wings
Neither could find green leaf
Nor couldn’t sense a flower
Disgusted and disappointed
Sitting on the dry bush
Oh nightingale,
This is the way life is
Happiness and sorrows
Pain and pleasure
Are parts of the same coin
Neither to grieve,
Nor to dismay
Patience for few days
Again the spring will spurt
With it’s beauty and rhyme
Today craving for one flower
Tomorrow you will have flowers and flowers
All around.
poem
by
Santosh Sharma
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