Untold Story 13 (Lonely Titus) Poem by Indranil Bit

That edge of the mountain is isolated, none in general stroll by this way,
A mighty ravine plunge deep into here, a noisy roar seems pleasant at times,
A wavy grassland, green n yellow patches, scattered few trees hanging at the edge,
Titus, A small bird, sits here all day, the lone contemplator of unforeseen beauty.
He comes here in search of peace, the least happening place of the known world.

One fine morning, few people came, wearing their fascinated engineering cap in yellow.
They hoot and shout all day, a chaos, trying to build and block the ravine flow, heinous!
Barbaric they are, thought little Titus, to disrupt the serenity, the silence and the flow!
‘you will never accomplish hungry desire' ‘Foolish man! Shoo you all to the concrete filthy den! '
Not sure who answered little Titus's curse,but they were all gone, perhaps never to return again.

A few days, few weeks pass, months gone, Little Titus all alone by the banks, closing his eyes,
Not sure how it happens to Titus these days he start missing the roar and the hoot of the men.
Silence at times are too silent to the ears A miss is greater felt after an occasional turbulence.
Laden with a heavy heart, Titus now wish A companion is perhaps lost in the plunge and the whirl!