M.D Dinesh Nair
A Day You Will Hear My Song - Poem by M.D Dinesh Nair
I oftener feel than before
Broken cradle songs are murmuring
Their sweet words there inside my mind
Somewhere I had forgotten them long ago.
I am surer than than one might assume that
What the world calls aging
They have been there as mine
For many decades of my transition
I long to cry for a while
Inside my soul there are my sobs metamorphic
Turning into a song of love and longings
But none can hear them!
I am almost down and worn out
As I'm with no grace of oblivion sweet
And my pangs nestle there inside my mind
May be that you say I have never wanted to lose them!
But I am surer than many years before that
With them I used to live and so do I now
Because I know not how to dare to live
A life that might still be better!
When you ask for a bouquet large and shapely
Do I give odd flowers of love without much fragrance?
Do those around me value them as such?
But in my deserts inside they are like an oasis.
A new song is surging from my soul
And it reverberates into the chambers of my dear ones.
A day they will hear its rhymes I am sure.
I often hear things can`t be that bad.
Broken cradle songs have ever been murmuring
Some sweet words perchance there inside your minds too
And there haven`t you all nay a few of you
Forgotten them once like me long before?
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