Nightingale

Sky is knitted with the strings of stars
Nightingale is singing story of its scars
Her melody is turning into a ceaseless cry
She aimed to plunge into the sky so high
But the space put her behind the shadows
Her eyes started dripping tears in the meadows
She curled around the fragrance of roses
Her bleeding soul's cure is in these dozes
Dew drops slipped from her shiny feather
Long locks of the dim tree tried it to gather
Her cure was a gem hidden inside the petal
None could dare to break the bars of metal
So she sang a song with so much passion
All the species bowed to see this fashion
Finally ,she had a glimpse of her medicine
She rushed to have a sip in the blazing sun
Her face turned into a rainbow in this stage
To see the colour of her face,fell in love a sage
In the exhibition of his passion,he told her a tale
To hear his tale,nightingale became so pale
Galaxy and planets mourned to see her fail
Selfish sage turned his back and left no trail
But she spent life in the magic of sage's jail