My Heart crying & tired, Searching happiness & gleams. Thunderstorms of deception, Blazing my tiny little dreams. I beg those pure showers, To pour me their blessings & grow leaves of joy, On my withered branch like dressings. I plead for no flowers, Which will yield no fruits. I plead for no fruits, Which will yield no sweet taste. I plead for no birds, Which will sing no sweet melody. I plead for no wood-cutter, Who will axe me in tragedy. My tears are flooding wet, My stream of life dry. My life is without wings, But still I want to fly. My sorrows seem to rise, So high on my chest’s cleavage. I feel like cutting my wings of joy, & flush them down the sewage. Ye traveller in twilight, come & save me from draught. I’ll never forget your favours, which mean for me a lot. My blessing will grow, & gain you sweet cherry. Untouched & cursed, I’m called a Wild Berry. -Anil A.P. (26/3/11)
Monday, 28 March 2011
The Wild Berry...
My Heart crying & tired, Searching happiness & gleams. Thunderstorms of deception, Blazing my tiny little dreams. I beg those pure showers, To pour me their blessings & grow leaves of joy, On my withered branch like dressings. I plead for no flowers, Which will yield no fruits. I plead for no fruits, Which will yield no sweet taste. I plead for no birds, Which will sing no sweet melody. I plead for no wood-cutter, Who will axe me in tragedy. My tears are flooding wet, My stream of life dry. My life is without wings, But still I want to fly. My sorrows seem to rise, So high on my chest’s cleavage. I feel like cutting my wings of joy, & flush them down the sewage. Ye traveller in twilight, come & save me from draught. I’ll never forget your favours, which mean for me a lot. My blessing will grow, & gain you sweet cherry. Untouched & cursed, I’m called a Wild Berry. -Anil A.P. (26/3/11)
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