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Mar 2019 · 341
Gone Are Those Birds...
Arjsha Mar 2019
Gone are those birds,
Who visited backyard of my home.
They had spend their days
Here, my mother says.
They flew away, un-announced, off their own.

Gone are those various noises,
That accompanied my plays.
Now no one here for the cheer,
When I’ll face monsters of my fears.
Them, alone, with my stick I slay.

Gone is that stench,
That wandered in the ardent air,
Of the food, ate in haste,
Of nasty things, they waste.
Informed me of their presence around here.

Gone are those from sight,
To some benevolent land.
Here, together beneath the rude sun,
We had so much to done.
They yet not know me as friend.

Gone are those birds,
Only the broken feathers left on ground.
But, before they again pull here in,
I would sew these into wing.
So I'll be with them forever, and fly around.
Feb 2019 · 465
WHAT OCCURRED....
Arjsha Feb 2019
What occurred to the complacent road,
That rode over an un-tempting *****.
A heavy hold, pulled me back,
I carried a burden, previously lacked.

What occured to my unconcerned soul,
Which inquired of its being un-whole.
My mind gained thought, will lost,
In my journey forward, each step cost.

What occurred to shadow that quietly followed,
It gained depth, its weight was burrowed.
In the brightening sky, path was lost,
What seemed clear, turned obscure.

What occured to my resolute sight,
Which guided me since the inopportune twilight.
Rest before success, burdened time,
Heart longed for that hut left behind.

What occured to that noble dream,
That once oust sleep, have no mean.
End that meant to be cherished alone,
Soured with reminiscence of a face forlorn.

I stopped, stared in the contemplating light,
My path revert as destination acquired sight.
An echo swelled swiftly in my mind,
I turned to gather what left behind.

What occured?
What occurred to me? I cried.

— The End —