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
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
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
1 comment:
The poem is sweetly lovely at start.
By the ending it is getting pitiful and essence less.
Sorry, to be harsh, but I simply find unable to appreciate what I actually miss the meaning of!
(You may say I am ignoring the emotions) but you are ignoring a little more than emotion!
It's ok you were feeling pity for the singing drone, yet, that won't change the reality that life span of a drone is not so long. there was actually no need to use pity or remorse in this poem which started so lovingly!
I would have appreciated it if you might have discussed the obviously possible will of that drone to live and his tries to live with struggle to keep his existence till the end point.
Ohh well yep [:p]
The drone didn't died, World died for the drone [;)]
“It’s not I who will die; it’s the world that will end.”
Anyways, I loved it unquestionably!
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