A tiny bird was singing sweet
in a shrub full of dark shade
a cool wind was blowing
every one was spellbound.
A little sparrow could no longer take
all the attention which the bird had
it started to chatter in a burst of fury
so loudly that it disturbed the strain.
The tiny bird knowing her mood
fell silent after singing for a while
her friend asked her why did she stopped
she sings better and all know that.
The bird told her friend.. reason knows
but jealousy never knows the reason
playing with jealousy only ruins the beauty,
better step down with grace when you face it.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
6 comments:
Beautiful, love your poems.
but jealousy never knows the reason
playing with jealousy only ruins the beauty True, indeed!
wsg,
Thanks a lot. if you have observed, or to be more precise have been target of someone's jealousy you will understand and vow to this line. :(
best wishes,
trisha
2 poems on jealousy in a row... Must be hard on you.
dear honeybee,
they actually come instinctively, even though i always tell myself to write one poem a day i often end up with half a dozen, and sometimes a pair like this.. one passion from two different angles.
i am addicted to writing i believe :)
with warmest wishes,
I can see that alright. U're churning out at least 2 a day. Wish that I can do the same instead of commenting only between breaks.
Now I'm jealous LOL
dearest hb,
you must be having a thriving student life, but if you really are that much addicted to poetry you can carry a small diary in your handbag :) and scribble or jot down the ideas while you are in college.
best wishes,
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