The Nightingales Witnessing The Withered Flowers Poem by Mohammad Younus

The nightingales witnessing the withered flowers...
...sing the heart wrenching sad songs;
The shepherd's hear the ghastly ghostly voices...
...in green pastures and meadows;
The sun kisses with burning flames...
...the budding seeds;
The twinkling stars hide behind the plumes...
...of dark clouds;
Still some mystical voice instills courage...
Into the broken hearts of nightingales,
In times of storms, troubles and carnage;
Invaders, from time to time, drank...
...like a dracula, your hearts' blood;
Arise from the depths...
...thou art an oppressed and forgotten race,
Come thou forth, reclaim thy position...
...of honour and fame among the family of nations.

Mykoul