ThE InCoMpLeTe SoNg..!!

An exquisite poem that is woven around the story of a Nightingale's search for a loving soulmate.

It was another one of those usual,

  The insomniac mornings, as she termed it,

Sleep had never been her best pal

  Which she outwardly would never admit

Slowly, she risked a slight casual glance

  At her mates, perched on the crooked branches,

Like always, they were immersed in a trance

  Comfortably nestled under siestic clutches,

Life may have been a God's blessing

  For all those surviving in her watch,

Though, she too possessed the inward zing,

  She always felt her life at oasis a mismatch

Because, the elderly minds, well did preach

  That, as nightingales, one must stay put,

In the secured lushness without any outreach

  And sing sweetly through every lone night,

She was fiercely passionate with her tunes

  Her voice could pierce any pitch she sought

Echoing angelically through the sandy dunes,

  Chirping about nocturnally tired her naught!!

Ages had been spent singing, making everybody

  Who crossed her abode, turn around amazed

And listen mesmerized to her divine melody

  When she stopped, she left travellers dazed,

But, the admiring head-turns were not enough

  All those appreciative looks were not wholesome

With each praise, her true desire would rebuff

  She felt the forceful clench of being lonesome,

All she really wanted was a loving soulmate

  Who would not praise, but sing back to her

And prove to to her serendipitous fate

  She longed for such a moment to occur,

Anticipating thus, the day passed without answers

  Fading into the blackest of desert hours,

Bringing in hordes of exhausted travellers

  With drowsy hopes the size of towers,

Tonight, for her, was the last straw

  No more could she wait here expectantly,

Maybe Equisite tunes found her by Nature's Law

  But, her life's reality stared at her blatantly,

This oasis made her folks ultimately content

  But she had never gotten a moment's peace,

To her, even a minute more here was torment

  Flying out was the sole choice she felt wise,

Overcome with a sudden resolve, she took off

  Without even a second's hesitation and regret,

None noticed!! Her wings felt a blissful kickoff

  Though she played her life like a roulette,

There was no path ahead to securely follow

  But, she knew she was making a bold trail,

Floating out with the breeze, she felt aglow

  And more relieved that she did not quail,

This was it!!! The Desert!! The Real World!!

  All she could see around were fine sands,

Her journey out here was Homeward Bound

  So, she knew her destiny was in these lands,

Will she reach her so-called destiny??

  Will "ThE MiSsInG VoIcE" sing back?

Will the voice make her feel sunshiny??

  Or Will she keep flying forever in black?

Thanks n Regards,

KaY..!!