My Mynah
They were all there waiting
fervently for you --
... to fly across the extended
deep blue sea,
... to chirp upon the tallest
tree,
... to sing a song of love and
life,
... your presence with family
and friends,
but 'Death' as perennial as
life
surpasses time in all its
spheres, in all its domain.
My dear little bird, your life
was all that I sought for,
but all is dead, buried deep
within the cover
save the flowers collected to
heap a bed for you,
and so when you, my dear
mynah, is gone,
memories of you shall linger
on.
Contributing Poetess:
May Young
is working in the healthcare sector
in quality assurance. She has a keen interest in reading, writing, photography,
trekking, and music. I believe that all of us have talent, which, when used, can
make a difference in the world, or at least, in someone's life. The choice is
ours. My writings are usually from personal experiences.
melodyyoung@lycos.com |
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