The Songbird

The Songbird short poem

A songbird sings a melancholy song
Deep within a forest, dense.
No one could hear it,
No one around and hence,
The songbird he wondered,
What he was doing wrong,
Should he sing it louder?
Should he change the song?
But he didn’t know that night 
is not the time to sing. 
Then dawn broke, a new light, 
The sun fast rising.
With it his tune had changed
Now full of ecstasy and cheer.
And creatures big and small gathered
From far and near, his song, just to hear

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Shaurya Singh

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Shaurya Singh refuses to call himself a poet, an artist, playwright, or a filmmaker although he writes poetry, paints, writes and directs plays and also makes short films. His work also includes working closely with and coaching people who want to take charge of their lives and create the life that they desire. His vision, he says is the creation of a community of people who will passionately build an alternative lifestyle based on emerging new-age principles. He is the co-founder of Saarthak Productions, a theatre group based in Bangalore. Some of his poetry and paintings are featured on the blog A Formless Formation.
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