THE UNHEARD PATHOS


A gentle breeze, the rustling of leaves..
Blossoms with colours bright and gorgeous,
The chirpy robin sings a song so naive..
The crickets join  together in a chorus.
And in the midst of this , a paradise so true
I find myself lost beneath the never ending blue...
If this is a dream I wish it to be true!
Alas! I had to open my eyes to a world so bleak,
Where darkness alone prevails..
The engulfing darkness pervades my inner self .
I try to yell but of no avail;
The deafening sounds of thunder gulps down my cries,
The cruel storm carries my body afar and torn...
And faraway I hear a shriek ‘Alas! A girl child is born!’
                                                                                                18.07.13



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