The nightingale sits there high on the tree,

Singing for her soulmate.

She is all alone sitting out there,

Due to funny twist of fate.

She looks to Earth as she waits for him,

Singing her unique soulful tune.

He is flying over sea, hill and vale,

Perhaps even the sandune.

Just to be with his little songstar,

Who patiently for him waits for his tune.

For he has flown around the world,

Searching for his soul love,

But what he failed to see with his blind eyes,

She was always waiting for him at his backgate.

Today he thanks fate up Above,

That he is blessed and showered in Love.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 31st December 2010