When mother dies
The solitary fawn runs back and forth
In quest of water in the desert
And gets a few droplets
At some stony spots
Still thirst isn't
quenched
When mother dies
The fledgling flutters in its dark cave
And peeps out then and again
To see her with grains
But catch the air
And falls back
Famished
When mother dies
The joys leak in the sieve of forlornness
Smiles wear rust and rarely bubble
Each moment is a long hunt
To find out the rhythm
Of truly musical
Life