A small bird nest hidden from view
A breath of life budding anew
A soft cooing breaking the dawn
But my heart feels sad, forlorn.
The tiny ray of hope that I missed
My bundle of joy gone amiss
The sweet face lives on in memory
The spark of love that I witnessed.
I care for none that is my own
With silent tears I keep living alone
Now only in dreams I caress them
Those eyes and lips and smiles
Waiting restlessly the whole day
To meet them again at night.
But I can't help but watch in delight
The brave little creature with
Fluttering wings tries to fly high.
Invoking in me a tinge of regret
For having so easily given up
But also renewing a spirit of love
And hope for the years still to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and delicate poem, Nidhi. Take heart from that little bird. It reminds me of these words: But those hoping in Jehovah will regain power. They will soar on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary; They will walk and not tire out.” (Isaiah 40: 31) I don't know your spiritual background, Nidhi, but certainly spiritual truth satisfies and brings joy.
Thanks for reading Laurie. I don't think I'm very spiritual but observing nature certainly has brought joy and hope in my life.