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Ode to Malabar Whistling Thrush
By JH Sayyar
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Your musical sensual sound I heard in a wild
Last night, full thrilling voice singing on a tree,
In a jovial mood in rainbow colored light,
Spreading in the sky, lessening not my worry,
Ah! A severe pain without a cause I feel
I think, but fail to trace out the real cause,
I find nothing! Alas! It is wisdom treason,
Past days or present woe both do not heal,
I recall my love days, but in pain no pause,
Darting pain like wave circles, or fate treason
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To dissolve pain, think of your mystical voice
Singing in lone, but in sad eve shadows,
Your shouting tone, of the past days spice,
Reminding me, you are singing my sorrows,
Your music, your high pitched song, of my pain,
Cause you sing my grief in a sensuous tone,
But you unknown to pains; turn your eyes,
No pain changes your tone, but a touching strain,
Making fresh all; on woe thorns groan!
Sitting among fellows, helpful not your cries
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Singing louder in your enchanting sound,
My soul dissolves, recalling all sweet days,
All night sits by her on the rose ground,
Her floating hair, red lips, her cheeks glaze
But you stop singing, it breaks my dream
When I see up, find, sufferings and fret,
Smiling at my helpless state, happy your face,
All dying wishes failing, due to Fate, I deem
O Fate! You cruel, more dangerous; your threat,
You traitor; you support the rich at every pace
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