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The Gods Cry
There is this hour I sit by the window Watching water droplets kiss the grass I watch gazingly ahead Thinking of the day gone by I cried my heart out and my eyes went dry This hour the God"s cry, with no hint of their eyes drying There I see this hapless humming bird flying by my window As though on a lookout for something Some more flapping of wings and the Gods show no mercy I again dwelve into my sadness The time flies, but it seems the Gods are more in number The humming bird catches my attention once again It is the nest that is soaked on my window sil adjoining tree branch And the humming bird hovering over it I stand upright to inspect There be the reason, why the Gods seem to be crying endlessly The humming birds chicks have knocked the heavens door This being the welcome song Suddenly my sadness and sorrow belittles the mood For my sorrow I cry And the humming birds sorrow, the Gods cry For my sorrow, I spend endless nights toiling hard to sleep And the humming bird sleeps away her sorrow, for the new morning tomorrow For my sorrow, I remember the harsh words that hurt me And the humming bird forgets the harsh weather that doomed her chicks For my sorrow, I wished I could hold on to someone forever And the humming bird has God to hold on to For my sorrow, I will die one day too old and suddenly evoked by the pangs stabbing my heart And the humming bird will be resting in her grave� [One of my first poems, when I started writing and felt there"s much more to poetry than rhyming; though there"s some part of it still in this one ;)]
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