A Nightingale’s Rose
written by: Tamkot Bhagwan
@RamdevraPanwar
A Nightingale flown
Here and there to settle,
The evening bitterly grown,
And shown her blackish shape,
The chill night was waiting,
Outside the sleeping garden.
The nightingale and the rose,
Hugged tightly to each other,
Snow began to fall and tall,
Next day morning came a call,
The immortal parting ball.
It was a great fall,
The mournful gardener told,
The story of both dead souls,
Gone to unknown paradise.
T.B. is a poem writer who writes mostly about nature. This is his hobby to read and write in daily life.
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