Story Poem by Shrutika Nagpal

Stuck in the lemon tree,
A kite that once flew free,
Red and green striped,
It cannot be further described.

The grass below is barely alive,
Covered with weeds running wild,
Spotted with a flower here and there,
A cow, a goat, a lamb, a mare.

Upon the mare, sits a young maid,
Singing a joyful melody,
Sees the sunset, realizes its late,
But she can’t go home, she’s too happy!

Her mare, more responsible,
Neighs and trots slightly closer to home,
The maid sighs, sees her pet is right,
And they ride on and on and on till home.

Back under the tree,
A shy squirrel sees,
The beautiful young one has taken leave,
And then she becomes the local cobra’s meal.

The mongoose is hungry too,
And the cobra’s too easy a dish to be true.
A desperate lion wouldn’t mind some food,
So he eats the mongoose, though it’s not so good.

The maid at home eats her dinner,
Funny, as she just keeps getting thinner,
Her mother scowls, her father frowns,
The granny growls, the dog prowls.

Each being has its own,
Unique –to each his own,
Full of failure or glory,
Everyone has their story.