The Lady With A Harp
The Lady With A Harp
The alluring moonlight
Led me to the woods,
There I see a mysterious fog
In the fog bathed in the moonlight
Sat a beautiful lady playing the harp,
On a big hollow wooden log.
The monotonous sound of the harp
Inscribed a pain in my heart,
I could not but stop and listen with surprise;
She sang the song of pain and destruction
Of the world, from the ruins of which
Life, like a phoenix, shall again rise.
As she sang I sat there
Listening to her ballad,
With her peerless beauty
And her matchless voice,
She slowly showed me
The beauty of life will be destroyed.
As I heard her song, I slowly started
Despising my own kind but she,
Like a mother caressed me
And said," Please have faith, I will save you",
With her affectionate and dragging hymn
That seems to decay with the sands of time.
When I looked closely
She was protecting
Millions of people in her lap
Which like leeches sucked away her life,
Then came a breeze, blew away the scene
I wake up from my noon nap.
I understood the lady was the mother
That we fed upon
Is still protecting us,
while healing herself from
The terrible pain we imparted
In the name of enjoyment for us.
Let us face these terrible times
And help our mother heal
For we exist because of her.
Let's put a tough front
And fight together with zeal
For once for this selfless mother.