A mazy forlornA Poem by DeepikaA sequel of my previous piece- 'A fowl play' expressing the emotional turbulence of the segregated nightingale and the offspring.. Little
one's dusk ended in a melody of forlorn- "You left me with
crows before I could open my eyes, I believed I was one
among them as I was a novice, To all the love I could
ever get, my voice laid a full-stop, Days passed by desiring
a new ray of hope!
I wonder if my beak
resembles that of yours, Have I any siblings
pleading at somebody's doors? Don't you wanna delight
seeing this wretched one? Do you doubt my voice
if it could bring you any fun? Peacocks proudly dance
for my song on events, Yet I have no one to
celebrate my proud moments!
I swear would not
demand a well furnished eyrie, Golden cage didn't
enhance my flying luxury, Would just hide under
your wings in the dark night; Those forest beasts
scare me out of my wits
Hope you still are in
the same world as mine, You'll need me, your age is not that fine"! Her mother's dawn broke with a rueful tone- "Dear one, my voice is too feeble to
reach you, My ears are not apt to feel your voice’s cue
I was inept to furnish you with your basic
needs, Hope you forgive me someday and my ruthless
deeds I wish I could sing lullabies to you every
night, When I'm not around, was scared if snakes
would bite
Hope u brought a good name to your surrogate
mother, I saw you enjoying the power of your wings
with others, Every night my eyes watched you secretly from
far, Until one day I found out that you all
shifted elsewhere!
I wish to see you just once before i close my
eye, If I take you off, hope your crow mother doesn't cry!"
Their song was soothing to everyone who couldn't decode,
Missing each other, every time their tears overflowed!
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