Drone Song

I woke up today with a drone song
Lacking its usual peace, one with intent too strong
A wasp seeking his way through the window pane
Fighting an insurmountable enemy in disdain

It was a bright sunny day
Nature replete in her hue and hay
He did not knew what made him stay
Away from the fresh bloom flowers gay

He flew hard with all his strength
Not for a moment ready to relent
Hitting hard on to the invisible wall
Bringing his momentous* flight to stall

Yet he came back again and again
Trying hard to make some gain
As I went on with my chores, my life’s struggle galore
I hoped he would find his way, fly off soon from the open door

Time flew by and it was noon
He was still there in my room
Struggling still on the window pane
Not willing to quit his quest insane

In pity I wanted to open the pane
Let go free the foolish bane
I did not however; I wanted to see how it ends
Wanted perhaps to see him break, to his fate relent

Evening when I returned, the noise was gone
I hoped he found his way around
But he was right there lying

Besides the window pane dying

In subtle remorse of my mindless deed
I opened the pane and got him freed
He was but now unwilling to fly, not even ready to crawl ahead
He will not make it now...he is dead for his hope is dead

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*Momentous, for it is the struggle of his life

In the realms of our limited wisdom, we all constantly strive

So many such walls we take head on

Fight it hard unable to move on

Life is perhaps a story of such struggles

A journey through a terrain of troubles