A beautiful bird
Used to come
Every dawn
To sing a song
Sitting on the branch
It used to pour down
Its very soul in melody
Filling me up with peace.
It stopped coming
I thought it was gone
Away to some beautiful world
And is living there happily
Then someone told me
Its no longer around
Its soul has left its body
Gone away to most beautiful place.
Sadness enveloped my heart
Death brushed by me
Caught me unawares
A friend passing by
Asked about tears in eye
Could not say any thing
He did not even knew the bird
I could not spread my pain
To his happy, joyful heart.
Some sadness is for us only
They just cant be shared
We can only wait for time
To dry those unshed tears
To wipe out that touch of pain
From our heart and soul
And make us breathe easy
Bring back the joyfulness again.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
Mourning was a part of this program called life.
You would like Khalil Gibran's poetry.
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