Will someone hear,
My tale of misery and pain?
Can someone grant me,
For what I yearn?
O! tree, tall tree,
Give me a bed,
For I haven't slept for days.
O! silent sentinel of woods,
Just like you,
As a guard, I stood.
Was it an offense on my part,
That I protected the barn
For several nights and days, with my heart,
I patrolled without any concern.
O! green blades,
Give me some hay,
To make a sack,
For my back hasn't rested in days.
They came, they plundered,
Not a single sack of grain did they leave,
I was beaten and battered,
Was protecting the only granary, a mistake so grave?
O! Earth – the bountiful turf,
Give me a cot,
O! cradle of life,
Give me gravel or stone or whatnot.
On this rock, let me lean a bit,
Give me a bed, and let me sleep.
(This piece is based on the theme 'a man who hasn't slept for days, narrates a poem'.)
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Jar of Poesy
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
