Shh..Can you hear it?
The two voiced bird, somewhere
from behind those canopies...
Can you hear his sweet melancholy?
Shhh...now, come on,
Close those burdened eyes,
Breathe in this world,
as it is, let time run through you....
Hear what it has to say
in its sweet little voice...
It has come from far away,
to convey the tales
from those distant lands and seas...
Won't you hear to what it has to say?
Time has been too cruel
for its tiny little being,
Can't you see the weariness in its voice...?
Its head is drooped,
Its wings broken,
It cries in pain, from
The gashes that wind made
on its soft, plump being but then
Isn't the wind hurt too..
"Tell me, if a stone breaks a glass,
Isn't the stone hurt too?"
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
AcakThis is a collection of poems and prose. These are just my thoughts illustrated in words, thoughts that don't necessarily make sense but then, not every star is fortunate enough to be fathomed in a constellation. "So, this is how the fall came... s...
