THE SINGING BIRD

THIS WAS ONE OF THE FIRST POEMS I HAD WRITTEN ( ALSO PUBLISHED IN THE TIMES OF INDIA - STUDENT EDITION- 24/8/2008)
- IM SURE YOU WILL ENJOY READING THIS

Deep in the woods a little bird sings,

The way she shines and sparkles.

She is as friendly as can be,

She is the singing bird, isn't she?

The dawn sees the sun awake, and

As time passes she goes on with a new chapter,

Still sleepy aren't you- doesn't matter

She has a good range,

Her every tale is strange.

She is the singing bird, isn't she?

She gets everyone awake,

Sitting at the branch of a tree near the lake.

She continues to sing on her way to the sun,

When I remember this it gives me loads of fun.

She is the singing bird, isn't she?

At night her chatter is down,

Which makes me drown.

Only her thaughts, the way she swells.

The ways she sings is as friendly as can be
she is the singing bird, isn't she?

She has all her songs gathered in a pile
To touch one's heart with a smile.

Her last view of the sun on her way back,

Her day ends with her throat in pain,

Her voice gives nature a gain

She's the singing bird,
She's is beautiful, isn't she.....?

-Sulaiman Sait