The Kafle Chari( Bird)

The Kafle Chari

I heard a bird at noon,
Near a spring, chanting prettily,
On a tree
” Kafle pakho”.( a red ball fruit is ripen.)
The sun was sharp over the woods.
The song matched to the scene.
And the kafles swinging top,
On the tree top.

He didn’t see me,
I listened to him,
For I was tired and dim.
Hungry with watered mouth,
Looked up and up-
Hoped a deal kafles to drop.

Relaxed a lot,
Listening the song.
Thanked the nature,
She isn’t wrong.
Filled my hears with joy.
Salute the day,
That passed away.
( Composed on 18 April 2004 )