MY POEM ' WHEN THE BULBUL VISITED THE GARDEN '

                                                                           

LONELY ACHHABAL GARDEN (KASHMIR )

TO THIS PHOTO, I AM ADDING MY POEM ' WHEN THE BULBUL VISITED THE GARDEN'

(When the Bulbul Visited the Garden)

And then, one day,
Someone saw the Bulbul again,
Coming from some distant edge,
Its wings trembling with fear.

It flew over the garden
Towards the Chinar trees,
And then hurried towards the mountains,
Soaring into the endless sky.

The news spread through the flower beds.
Marigolds ran barefoot across the soil,
Jasmine-laden branches cried,
“Bring him back to his dwelling!”
The sunflower dashed naked across the earth
to catch a glimpse of him.
Even the mulberry tree wept in agony.

But in the minds of the wild crows,
And the hooded vultures,
Lurking in the skies,
A vicious hunt began,
They searched, but the Bulbul vanished beyond their grasp.

In silence, the flower-laden branches

Waited through countless seasons.
No rain could wash away their sorrow,
No wind could carry their grief.

Alas! The garden never knew where he went.
And even if the wind now caresses the branches softly,
The leaves no longer remember their old cheerful clapping.

( Avtar Mota )

( AVtar Mota  )

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