Lonely on the road I stood,
For the first time,
Seeking my way through the woods.
Dimness of the moon shone,
On my frightened face,
As I heard a magical tone,
Pulling my ears at a slow pace.
Mellifluous was its voice,
As I marked a footprint trail,
To gaze at an attractive poise,
Of a blue-green nightingale,
For the first time.
Slender was its beak,
Invisible was its feet,
As it sat plump,
On a tree’s branchy peak,
Embracing me with a musical treat,
For the first time.
Oh my!!
The cool ambiance of the night,
Misty leaves glistening in the light,
Admiring the heavenly bird’s might,
Was far better than a life tight.
For the first time,
I treasured darkness,
As I was thrown by its beauty.
For the first time,
I glimpsed wonders in wonders,
Sensed serenity in serenity,
To realize how small I stand,
Amidst the whole universe.
To regret the guilt of neglect and ignorance,
To grieve in my sin,
Of burying these gems,
Under greed and avarice.
And to humiliate them,
In the name of civilization.
If every one of my race,
Adored something like this,
I refuse to imagine the miracles and tranquil,
We would be experiencing,
The very first time!!!
