That hour was spent hearing The song of the lonely bird, Which made me reminiscing That black haired, moon like boy. As he comes, comes that music too, Nectar, yes! Melts and rejuvenates! Why am I not that piece of wood, That his divine lips touch and play? When will I get a glimpse of him? Like a piece of cloth drifting along The river I sway, too many furlongs. Missing him, fresh tears come strong. The music stopped. The bird flew away. Gone is my loneliness today! He finally came to stay! p.s. This is a rough translation of my tamil verse http://www.indusladies.com/forums/regional-poetry/272571-a-new-post.html that I posted yesterday.
