By The Stream Poem by J T Jayasingh

Once in a gloomy winter day
A moody hart was lying
By a crystal stream side.
While flocks and cattle
Were playing with their mates,
It dreamed its only, lonely love.

With a love-sick, painful heart
The hart asked a falcon,
“Oh dull, weary flacon,
Have you seen my doe, my love,
Hopping down the valley?
Have you seen my only soul,
Wet in the night’s mist,
Running or strolling or panting
Searching me in unknown alleys?

“If you find tell her,
My heart is tired and withered,
Lying down by this stream.
Tell her, there are evil nymphs
Inducing me by their magical dance
To break my heart and penance.
Tell her, but my heart is like
This silver stream: pure and cool
And its reflection is true.”
The hart is still lying by the stream…

J T Jayasingh
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