Borrowed Song

On skewed paper shoulders he
Carries a song that he borrowed
From a nightingale
Walking, his steps in a gracious rhythm,
As if in a dance, he sings the borrowed song

Wishes he does to change the tune -
Make a tune from the nightingale song
A song that he can call his own
A song his own, woven
From threads of his own thought

Songs are born as his rays of thought
Walk in through his prism mind
Chromatic tunes, melodies, his songs
All resembling the nightingale song
The way they start or the way they end

His songs fare not just as good
As the song that he had once borrowed,
Carried on his skewed paper shoulders –
No new song ever matches
That song of the nightingale

On skewed paper shoulders still, he
Carries the song that he borrowed
From a nightingale
Walking, his steps in a gracious rhythm,
As if in a dance, still sings the borrowed song