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TRAGEDY

TRAGEDY

Lost deep down in woods
Among the nostalgic memories of childhood
My cheeks were sweeter than honey
And I used to look like a cute bunny
Rivers of love and care were flowing around
Drowning was I in its joyful sound
Green were the surroundings around me
Blue was the sky with clouds like a sea
Like a forest it was and I as its bunny
Every day there was wonderful and sunny
Love in my heart was real then, but I never knew
Beautiful as well like the pearly dew
Innocent emotions like bees searching flowers
Tired they would come near my cheeks as honey borrowers
Fairness oozing from the heart like that of dove
Every stories encircling me were of innocent love
This beautiful forest was having everything perfect
Everything living conjointly without forming separate sect
Beautiful was the sunshine, beautiful was the rain
Healing every living one, eradicating the pain
Peace in its true essence was before my eyes
Truthfulness, a law of forest with no scope for lies
Morning with chirps of birds, evening with song of nightingale
Daytime in the lap of woods listening an unending tale
Unaware was I that time was burning the trees
Ruining the honey hives of the forest bees
River of love day by day was drying up
Destruction of time was offering everyone the death cup
Left are just those nostalgic memories
These burns of fire have no remedies
Now I see the flames swallowing the branches
The woods I am lost in, is now left of ashes
I come everyday to stifle the spreading fire
Helpless have I become to see everything continuing to expire
Every one leaving for someone’s new forest
With the same cycle, first to reforest and again to deforest
The winds once that delighted the soul
Is helping the fire to burn up whole
Along with tress it burned my innocence and peace
For there is no power on earth to make time to cease
What we think of life is just a fallacy
The lost of childhood for me is a tragedy

Posted in Poetry

PRECIOUS

PRECIOUS

That season in that garden
In front of my house
Where I used to lie down
On the carpet of grass
With my face against the sky
Watching the birds
flying back to nests
I used to wonder
What they would be carrying
For their young ones
But their twilight chirps
Manifested their zest
To embrace the ones
Back in the nest
I being the small kid
Would be dreaming
About their journey
And what
They would be feeling
Before reaching the destination
That all used to make me smile
Deep down from my lips
To my innocent heart
As I laid there waiting
For my father to arrive
For him to open the gate
For him to smile while
Seeing me at once
My heart would be
Filled with delight
As if all happiness of world
Had been given to it
He used to take something
Out of his poket
And gave it to me
For a kiss
I miss
Those precious moments
Today in me
But for those birds
Flying in sky
The story has been same since then……