The Bulbul Tree


Sitting under the tree

Listening to the melody in the free

Of the invisible chirpling and cheerful birds.


Their fly makes me high

To visit the boundless sky

One day 

before I die.


The serene scenery open my hidden heart

Makes me a fully gready

While observing its holly body  parts.


Marching towards the home of birds

I do search for the rays of light 

at the right corner as the best place

To see the beauty of best nest.


The rain drops are so fast and active 

Which have reserved many of the best places

That I have once admired.


Astonishing is the moment 

And my time seems passing very fast

While searching the right place to my heart.


Life seems limited to my life

as it is going be end in that part,

I  miss some marvelous moments in this process.


Suddenly I hear the voice

Of the beautiful bulbul tree

It asks me to sit 

Under its branches and leaves.


When I ask for the reason behind free suggestions 

It hold my hand so tight

And says something best as my guide.


Oh !my dear friend

You are so descent and honest 

Don't waste your life

While searching the best of best.


Every place is the best

If you realise through

 your mind and heart.


If you longs to see the best in the nest.

Just look up towards me

You will see  millions of nest.


When I look up 

My brain and heart wake up

I can see the best

And the best of the nest.




~Mitanjali Padhan