Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
musfiq-us-shaleheenPoems
Sparrow's twitter From the dawn of Hearing the hassle of Myna This morning Or the Singing Cuckoo Of yesterday afternoon Read the language of their time When they say it certainly As the Morning Evenings Or mid of the Summer noon Read their body language When they are sounding Beside window Or playing In the lake water Draw my attention But I don't understand Completely Assume It is a pester Argue with friends Or by calling the dear At this time, We say that the Spring Or Say any unspoken Dream Seeking through the Bridge That breezing over Heart And The Soul You invite The spring comes But I do not understand So what are the Give your tunes I sorted the words Whatever may be the tune Guess again, Or partial But they say We see Hear Their songs Their mother tongue They pointed out that Indicates Each other To visit the open sky Afield Dance with the wind It also has to Entertained Any pain that may be broken Their heart Playing a melancholy tune Which refers to the words Of their mother The words Of the Nature Realizes that we But  never try to feel with the heart
0
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
The language of birds
Sparrow's twitter From the dawn of Hearing the hassle of Myna This morning Or the Singing Cuckoo Of yesterday afternoon Read the language of their time When they say it certainly As the Morning Evenings Or mid of the Summer noon Read their body language When they are sounding Beside window Or playing In the lake water Draw my attention But I don't understand Completely Assume It is a pester Argue with friends Or by calling the dear At this time, We say that the Spring Or Say any unspoken Dream Seeking through the Bridge That breezing over Heart And The Soul You invite The spring comes But I do not understand So what are the Give your tunes I sorted the words Whatever may be the tune Guess again, Or partial But they say We see Hear Their songs Their mother tongue They pointed out that Indicates Each other To visit the open sky Afield Dance with the wind It also has to Entertained Any pain that may be broken Their heart Playing a melancholy tune Which refers to the words Of their mother The words Of the Nature Realizes that we But  never try to feel with the heart
/ The Language of Birds That we have never tried to feel with the heart /
#love#word#song#language#moving#bird#tune
musfiq-us-shaleheen
Written by
musfiq-us-shaleheen
47/M
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem