Lyre of Present

Poetry Month Special

The nightingale’s song from a distance, Reaches the ears of early morning risers

Amidst this tranquility,
In this calm state of affairs,
There lies a conundrum of voices.
Poised with determination of late,
Looking at the roadblock ahead,
A sense of the unsure ensues.
The nightingale’s song from a distance,
Reaches the ears of early morning risers.
The melody has a melancholic strain today,
As if the nightingale is not in its element.
The immediacy in its voice,
Derails the listener’s thoughts.
Music and soul have a unique sense of feeling,
For words often fall short,
Often inadequate to articulate,
The turmoil of inner being.
The pandemonium’s invocation is in the air,
Musing with an idea;
Idea of harking back to the nightingale’s lyre.
This time it will be a serenade,
Full of rhythm, full of gaiety,
Melody will be celebrated.
So what if yesterday was amiss,
So what if tomorrow seems in stress,
Today is what is in hands,
In this moment, find your song, your bliss.

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Divya Chakraborty ( 1 Post)

Divya Chakraborty is pursuing Master's Degree in English Literature from Delhi University and occasionally indulges in poetic pursuits. She is also a part time content writer. She is a die-hard fan of contemporary English Literary works by Indian writers and loves British classical literature too. Solitary in nature, yet enjoys the company of close friends and family.
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