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.
Contributed by : 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. email@example.com