Ageing Woes

Sitting alone in her nest,

She often ponders,

About those little birds,

Who used to flock around,

Those tiny mouths she fed,

The soft skin she once caressed,

Where have all gone?

Making her life dull,

Now food has no taste,

Music to her sounds like a noise,

Day night her head however,

echoes with one lovely voice,

No one remembers her efforts still,

Her dim yet hopeful eyes,

Will stare the infinity until,

Someone appears to save her faith,

Or to shake it for good,

Give her the hint,

of a flight forever,

Or a comeback of the brood.

😊

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About Mann

The views expressed here on this blog are Author's personal but obviously inspired from real people.

Posted on June 30, 2017, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. It is a non ending saga…evolution…

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  2. Hi Mann this Amazing collection of words with beautiful expression.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. The emotions are crafted beautifully in this poem.. well written… 🙂

    Like

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