A Bird In Summer Night

A Bird in Summer Night

A bird is singing all through Night with heart,
She is putting forth her pain for someone,
May be she is mystified of summer,
With deep invoking strangeness she sings song.

Her song waves through empty field and forest,
Witness the stillness of the night and pain,
Her pain is sophisticated and weird,
Without interval she sings like a guard.

The watcher of night and the Spring of it,
The summer with soft breeze and cooling shade,
The empty sky and tired trees and the bird sings,
With painful soul the summer becomes Spring.

The night is deep and painful for deep Joy,
The Joy of touching life with love She sings,
The singing is calling for no reason,
With empty heart She sings to express her Being.

The mystic Night with Mystic Moon She sings,
Like in a dead city she looks for her Love,
She moves like wave of dark night with the Moon,
The Moon is, as if, Sings through her empty Soul.

With deep compassion The poet of the night,
The singer of the eerie soul carols,
Like fish in water waving and wave,
she is like a wave in the sky and waves.

The bird is the spirit of Summer night,
At night It becomes empty with compassion,
From love passive to love active and deep,
From being absorbed in self to sharing mood.

The bird sings like a wave of absolute nothingness,
In the darkness She is invisible,
Only Joyous pain is visible deep,
Her calling pain brings me to present State.

Heralding the passing time the bird Calls,
Joined by fellow birds She makes a deep chorus,
The song of seasonal Joy, sound moments,
She sings to break the sleep of ancient Time.

Night with unspoken voice brings Joy to birds,
The birds are the voice of the Night, It’s Soul,
Stirring the sleepy Mind they sing to us,
breaking the Mind and fancy to set
No-Mind.
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@prabir Gayen..12/05/2019…4: 32 A.M.