Photo taken at Plitvice National Park, Croatia by Vibhor Dhote Oh! What are these days I have found myself in! The bagpacks I carry n...
Sunday, June 30, 2013
That lonely bird’s song
Oh, how her heart bled for so long
May be she gently weeps
As the grief for her lost love, out it seeps
May be she inwardly trembles
like me, to the world she just dissembles
we sing together these melodies
of grief , of death, of our own maladies
and we reminisce of the last fall
how cruelly it brought death’s call
and of the way we both parted
I, near his grave, and she for a storm darted
Now all that’s left is solitude and torment
And that lonely bird’s unheard lament..