Only Those — Abnish Singh Chauhan
Look, my dear, look!
A koel1 is calling
from the mango tree,
its voice a flute—
a lingering note,
spilling love
into the air.
The sun smiles wide,
painting palash2
on the mango leaves,
as they dance
to its enchanting tune.
Pause, my dear, pause.
Tell me, honestly—
Do you understand
what it speaks?
Or only those
who carefully listen,
who truly pause,
will understand
its melody—
pure and clear?
***
A koel1 is calling
from the mango tree,
its voice a flute—
a lingering note,
spilling love
into the air.
The sun smiles wide,
painting palash2
on the mango leaves,
as they dance
to its enchanting tune.
Pause, my dear, pause.
Tell me, honestly—
Do you understand
what it speaks?
Or only those
who carefully listen,
who truly pause,
will understand
its melody—
pure and clear?
***
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