The Lame Nightingale 

- By Indu John
Class. X, Baker Vidhyapeeth,
Kottayam Kerala, India

The sky was dark and scary,
All the shadows, it did carry. 
The cacophonic noise of the day 
Slept, on that night of May.
The nightingale, at its break, 
Gathered his wings and beak, 
Ready for a concert of melody, 
But his lame leg - a comedy.
He puffed up his chest a bit,
His nest, with moonlight, lit 
Looked like a tiny stage,
His song fetched him no wage.
He sang about his misery,
And man being miserly,
His tone soon started quivering, 
As the pitch went high, 
Shiverring, Sunlight started peeping in, 
Birds flew, of his kin.
His tail bobbed down,
His song ended in a moan.
His time allotted had ended, 
With a groan - not lended.