
She rests on a bed made up of stems and branches,
And with the leaves making the mattress.
She lies there comfortably throughout the chilling night,
Undisturbed by anyone who could harass.
She looks up and stares the sky,
And notices the crescent moon and the stars.
She gets filled with joy,
As that view heals all of her scars.
But she was not a common girl,
She lived in solitude above the clouds.
In an accident she lost her wings,
Those wings which always made her proud.
She had a lover, who lived down below,
And every night she would descend to meet him.
But now she couldn't do so,
Which filled her with remorse and grim.
Therefore she looked towards the moon every night,
For a company quite bright.
And even the numerous stars which shone,
But unlike the moon they had never grown.
She remembers that unholy night,
When she fluttered her wings with all the might,
And descended down to meet her love,
Ever happily with her pet dove.
She met him as always in the park.
The moonlight never made that place dark.
But on that unholy occasion there was no light,
Because it was a new moon night.
She stepped on the ground and looked around,
But in immense darkness nobody she found.
In confusion, she stepped onto the street,
With the hope that she would then meet -
Him, perhaps strolling nearby.
But she couldn't find him.
Mistakingly she came in the light,
And sadly caught many people's sight.
In fear, she tried to run away from the place,
Her dove also followed her in haste.
And then she rose up in the air,
Emanating dazzling colours full of flare.
She reached the clouds where she stayed,
And rested on her bed and prayed,
That her wings should be spared,
So that she doesn't become impaired.
If someone other than her lover saw her wings,
Then she had to shed them.
She did a blunder by coming into the sight of the people,
And so she had to lose her most valuable gem.
Her wings started to burn,
And she wept because now she could never meet her love.
Her love also cried inturn,
As this message was given to him by her dove.
So, every night, she gazes the moon,
And asks him why he couldn't come that night.
She knows that even her lover is watching this moon,
Such a trivial thing makes her bright.
She had no means to reach to him again,
But her dove is still there.
Everyday it takes her message to him,
And protects her feelings from getting meaningless or bare!
And with the leaves making the mattress.
She lies there comfortably throughout the chilling night,
Undisturbed by anyone who could harass.
She looks up and stares the sky,
And notices the crescent moon and the stars.
She gets filled with joy,
As that view heals all of her scars.
But she was not a common girl,
She lived in solitude above the clouds.
In an accident she lost her wings,
Those wings which always made her proud.
She had a lover, who lived down below,
And every night she would descend to meet him.
But now she couldn't do so,
Which filled her with remorse and grim.
Therefore she looked towards the moon every night,
For a company quite bright.
And even the numerous stars which shone,
But unlike the moon they had never grown.
She remembers that unholy night,
When she fluttered her wings with all the might,
And descended down to meet her love,
Ever happily with her pet dove.
She met him as always in the park.
The moonlight never made that place dark.
But on that unholy occasion there was no light,
Because it was a new moon night.
She stepped on the ground and looked around,
But in immense darkness nobody she found.
In confusion, she stepped onto the street,
With the hope that she would then meet -
Him, perhaps strolling nearby.
But she couldn't find him.
Mistakingly she came in the light,
And sadly caught many people's sight.
In fear, she tried to run away from the place,
Her dove also followed her in haste.
And then she rose up in the air,
Emanating dazzling colours full of flare.
She reached the clouds where she stayed,
And rested on her bed and prayed,
That her wings should be spared,
So that she doesn't become impaired.
If someone other than her lover saw her wings,
Then she had to shed them.
She did a blunder by coming into the sight of the people,
And so she had to lose her most valuable gem.
Her wings started to burn,
And she wept because now she could never meet her love.
Her love also cried inturn,
As this message was given to him by her dove.
So, every night, she gazes the moon,
And asks him why he couldn't come that night.
She knows that even her lover is watching this moon,
Such a trivial thing makes her bright.
She had no means to reach to him again,
But her dove is still there.
Everyday it takes her message to him,
And protects her feelings from getting meaningless or bare!
hey.. yur imagination is amazing. Hats off 2 it. Plus the pic you found is soooo apt for d poem.. overol... d poem rocks..
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