The legend says
There is a nightingale of gold
Soaring high in the sky
Fluttering its wings to great heights
Singing thy mystical sound of a loud whistling crescendo
Oh thy! Its nearest to perfection the one that I would surrender last of all
Oh thy beauty was beyond comparison
Now the legend says and I convey
Thy nightingale was not seen to all
A glimpse marked, dawn of a new hope
Princess Gulzaar had a glimpse of it
Awe Struck by its beauty and charm
Her heart swelled for the golden nightingale
The king at once ordered
To bring the golden nightingale
A handsome reward fit for the king
Who so ever brought the golden nigh tangle
Days churned to months
But none had bought it oh heart!
The princess eyes now swollen and red
Would not eat and drink
As if in the golden nigh tangle
Lies her heart and her sleep
Ah! On what little things happiness depends
All tried to capture the nigh tangle dear
None even near for a glimpse
Then came along the peasant’s son
With the loveliest rose of all
Its fragrance mesmerized one and all
Left all in moonstruck awe.
For the love of the nigh tangle for the rose
Is known well by one and all
The sweet nightingale came at once
Sat on the hands of the farmers son
Mesmerized with its fragrance it could not flutter its wings and soar
The peasants son awaiting for this
Caught thy nigh tangle with both his hands
And after a period of seven months
Did the princess break a smile
A golden cage for the golden nigh tangle
Oh this cruel materialistic world
Blinded by the gold’s glitter to see this earths warmth
All waited for the sun to set
So thy nigh tangle may sing lovely song
Waiting till the break of the dawn
But not a whistle did thy blow
For it had vowed not to sing in this cage of dread
Summer then rains and now winter
Not once did thy blow a whistle
Like charcoals turning white ash
The happy and the pompous kingdom was no longer the same
As if the happiness of the kingdom
Was captured in the golden cage
But nor the wisest sage nor the king himself
Could ever predict the same
Than one day at the crack of the dusk
The nigh tangle blew a soft whistle
But legend holds it could be heard
Through the far far cities of the west
It sang a song so full of pain its eyes brimming with tears
All hearts cracked to hear the plight
To hear the plight of the nigh tangle oh dear!
The nigh tangle cried its sorrow till the crack of the dawn
To understand the pain the nigh tangle had faced
There heads all down with shame
The princess all horrified with this tale
Opened the cage for its dear
The nightingale eye now sparkling
To be in the air of freedom
Fluttering its wings thy flew to the high branches of the gulmohar tree
And sang out its loveliest songs
All was once again merry and happy
In the kingdom of the north
The legend holds the nigh tangle is still by sight
Flies and sings its lovely songs
And when some one has a glimpse
It marks the era of a new dawn.
……. Gaurav Gupta
