THE STORY OF A POOR BIRD

Once I was on a journey long
When I heard a cry of pang
The sun was dying behind the hills
And the sands seemed red frilled dapples
I was alone and in a run for victuals.
Yet I waited for a while.

It was a bird’s cry so sharp and fret
Like a clarinet blown with might
None had heard such a voice so sad
Making hearts dwell in a panic drift.

I heard the cry not once, but first
Failed to find the source that made
A church was at a small room ahead
And the priest was there in the pulpitry suit
To all my surprise, the cry again turned out
And now it was from the Altar so close
A rare bird was in a golden cage
Blood soaked, with wings plucked out
The cage was bolted with a massive lock
The size of that was more than we expect
There was none to break that cage
Nor had the strength to let her free.

The hopeless bird cried again in distress
Shaking the whole world strongly for a while
All constricted cages were crushed and thrown
Then what! The poor bird with all deprived went
Swiftly up to the Real Heaven that they deserve.



20-04-2008 Ramesh.P
Email: Ramesh_pullelil@ yahoo.co.in

MY LOST FRIEND

I had a little friend
And she was a friend indeed
Our love was as sweet as honey
That we never parted in a hurry.
The sea has fascinated me always
With its roaring winds and waves
But the sunset was her delight
And she felt sorry for his plight.

That Sunday was no good for us
It was cloudy dawn to dusk
She was crying as the Sun was fading
I never knew that it was her ending
Thus she went leaving me alone.

Years passed and world has changed
But still I see her in the skies
With her tears twinkling like stars
And making the hearts melt in her cries.



Dec 2003 Ramesh .P
E mail: Ramesh_pullelil@yahoo.co.in

A Drenched lady

I saw a lady not young or old
With a dark shade below her eyes
She was tall, lean and humble
And beautiful as a rose bud rare
Half bloomed and adorned with dew drops
Sitting beside the path all wet in rain.

A wealthy man offered money to her
Others offered shelter and tasty foods
A man heartily invited her to his life
And offered all pleasures that she desired
The king also came ready to surrender
All eminence that he acquired through ages
But to my surprise she accepted nothing
And liked to sit alone fully drenched.

The night kindly threw a dark blanket over her
I was there still watching her lying lonely
Weak, frozen and as disappointed as before
Taking the last breath, her lips kept quivering
She was then, I think, in a praying mood
Alas! The Almighty Himself alighted and
Offered a seat beside him for all that she suffered
Again she rejected but begged for a simple thing
“Let me have some Pure Love Lord., Please”


22-04-2008 P.Ramesh
E mail:Ramesh_pullelil@yahoo.co.in