It was on a wet night like this that the birdie found its mate. Cold and dark, the night was frightening.
Her soul came flying in another body and sat on the branch her nest was. There started their long saga of love and togetherness.

It is a wet night like that. Cold and dark, threatening night.
Her soul flew up from the other body and rose up, to where heaven was. There started the long saga of her pain.

And I, a silent witness. I wish the birdie peace.

Comments

Arun said…
the words r very powerful nd the lines r touching the heart of readers... gud work
November 16, 2009 at 11:04 PM
Durga Nandan said…
:) thanks..
I thought it was just mediocre. Thanks for planting doubts.
November 17, 2009 at 9:39 AM
BK Chowla, said…
Very well written.It is a great post.
November 17, 2009 at 10:32 AM
Durga Nandan said…
thanks a lot chowlaji. :)
November 17, 2009 at 7:45 PM
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