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The Nightingale's Lament
July 21, 2021
Oh, little nightingale, where do you go?
Your wings the shade of sapphire spread so wide
With your tail following the wind with pride
Do your eyes look for a small blue morpho?
You roam the snowy and tall mountain peaks
Among the tall and leafy canopy
As if a phoenix in a fantasy
Spreads the fire of strength over sads and weaks
You look so merry, cutting through a cloud
A star amidst the gloom of misery
Above the frozen lake so silvery
Your dainty head held up so high and proud
But little nightingale, you look so grieved
Have not a small blue morpho you retrieved?
© Donna M., Van Nuys, CA
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This article has 4 comments.
Ananyaguha PLATINUM said...
on Apr. 23 2022 at 4:20 am
Thank you!
Ananyaguha PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 19 2021 at 10:12 pm
@LKQgirl this is not about Bhopal's wildlife but Bhopal had lot of greenery that helped me in the setting of the poem
I have a deep passion of writing and I mainly write stories and poems. Four of my poems have been published in an anthology, A Night of Nova, which is available in Amazon. I aspire to be a scientist in aerospace field.
This poem is about a poet who watches a nightingale looking for it's food, a morpho butterfly. It goes to different places to search for the morpho and the poet enjoys watching it because it looks so beautiful as it roams through the various elements of nature. But at the end of the day the bird returns with a sad look on it's face, because it did not get it's food.