A Departure
A Departure
Far far away with bricks and sand
On a small lovely piece of land,
No towers around
Few lands bound,
Laid a small beautiful house with wooden doors
Stone walls, with few locks, of course.
In the corner of that house small
Where the witness were echos all,
Towards the right
With bright sunlight,
Was her room with wooden bars
Old structures and painted walls,
On a more or less rich site
However, strong and bright.
An old and well designed bed
With a table crimson red,
Natures coloured curtains
On their usual turns,
Added to its grandeur
For that she was quite sure.
The room was her friend and pride
Facing sun, it was on the main road side.
The days of cradle, youth and play
All at once scattered lay,
Tricky fights,
Waking thoughts,
Days of weaker energy days of bravery,
Tricky shouts and proud policy,
In the room of that small
In sweet privacy, she had spent all.
Whenever tired, on the breast of her bed
When she would lay her head,
Soon tensions would fly
Like a bird in the sky,
Peace would hug her
Sleep would pat her,
The gentle breezes would blow
This way nights would pass, slow and slow.
The tired mind and the tired body
Would slowly count their victory.
Ah! Now
The room will be away
A fashioned room in a princely way,
The silk curtain’s fall
Bed shaped like a ball,
They say would be her pride
For she would be their first bride..
But now, where to discuss that madness
That goodness and that badness,
Those dark nights
With nature’s flashing lights,
The happiness of silly pleasures
Which were her dear treasures,
And her heaven in the true real sense
Everyone would accept, without pretense.
Those days of love and fight
Were of course more bright.
The days approaching
Would be of rust,
Or of tight knots
And sincere trust.
Her mind, enveloped with a thick fog
And eyes full of tears.
However, past now ,is a part of fantasy
And future, full of fears……….