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Santhanu J Nair
Cry of a Nightingale
Laughter Man knows how to cry from birth But laughter takes some time learning. Oh, how I wish everyone would
The woods, hearing the cry of a nightingale,
Have the gift of laughter.
Said they are lonelier than she.
The most wasted of all days is
The bird while crying nodded its head
That day on which one has not laughed!
And said she is the loneliest;
If every raindrop would be
Lost all her companions somewhere. The woods then explained they are
Showers of smiles
Strangers to one another.
I wish it rains heavily throughout
Though they live together
So that there is no space for
Unaware of the feelings of others,
Tears in one’s life!!
Never mind the pain or joy! And always in a helpless mood The birds gazed at the strange woods And flew away from there And said, “I can’t bear this world.”
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