Poem by Gowri B, HA1

NIGHTINGALE

The song of mine you hear,

But you never heard the song of

My broken heart which sounds louder

Than each song I sang.

Sweet in throat, bitter in heart

Sweetness presented before the world

Bitterness just cried to my pillow all night

My song brings every heart together not mine.

My music heals the wounds of many

But it never been medicine for my soul

All what I have the pain it gave.

This pain has been sweet for many.

My song is a wisdom of purity,

Which brings pure hearts together.

Let thousand thorns stick to my throat

I will always sing the unwritten line.

                                              GOWRI. B

                                               HA1