Bitter Song

Bitter Song                                    - By Sabina Sindhu   

Rain stopped at once

Bitter songs of wild-plants stopped.

 

Songs have departed silently

Due to winter's unbearable cold

Only memories remained.

 

the strings of guitar stretch,

Unfortunately they break

Remembrances break.

 

Dusk does not bring joy

As sounds are not in balance

Sounds purer than departed childhood.

 

The winter nights evoke memories

Of the same singer

Of the same song.

 

A distressed singer

Smiling is whose religion.

 

A singer with forgotten sensation and consciousness

A singer with parched mouth

Restless as a fawn

Whose feet are weary

With agony in its heart

Again he sings a song

Of kindness and compassion,

Of hopes and desires.

 

His songs are assessed

Where his voices aren't heard

Where his worship is not found.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Zahra]

This is just beautiful. So deeply touching

[Sabina Sindhu]

Thank you Zahra