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
When the cosmos parts are not conducive to make the mate to meet such words and feelings come alive.
Hahaha
Meenakshi you have inserted a Beautiful image to prove the Rumi Quote.
Regards
Shiva
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Living away from our mates and longing to meet can also transform us.
Thank You so much! I’m glad you liked it.
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Phenomenal lines
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Thank You
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My pleasure
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