The Wait

Trill# daily prompt # season 4# attempt 86

Painful trill of bird
Lost in memory of her mate
Piercing the heart
Of those
Who hear her
Crying this way

In woods she sits
And wait
At sky she looks
And hates
The clouds
Bringing rain

Her song has lost the charm
Her heart has lost the warmth
Her eyes have lost the hues
Now colourless are those
Waiting to see the one
For whom they close or open

Distance of miles in love
Is not easy to bear
Why two hearts in love
Feel so much insecure
While sharing same sky
While walking on same earth!

Copyright (c) 2018 Meenakshi Sethi, Wings Of Poetry

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