Childhood:
On a full moon night,
I heard a foolish bird
reign in song,thinking
it to be dawn.
I laughed at its foolishness.
Adolescence:
On a star rich night.
I heard her song.
Calling it love
i followed.
Youth,
A starless moonless night.
Alone in bed and in tears,
I sob.
And the foolish bird
mocked.
Moral:
Never mock a mocking bird.
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3 comments:
enthokkeyo ezhuthanam ennu karuthi thurannatha pramodetta....
pakshe enikku manasilakkan kazhiyunnu
ente aksharangal ennil ninnum akannu poyennu....
i was left truly touched.
right from the genesis to the armageddon. :)
although this comparison between childhood and youth is a concept inbred into the stereotype manual, this felt truly different. you chose the right object to portray it, the mocking bird. well done. all praises.
BEAUTIFUL. :)
It has been long since I've been here..
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