Find me my song
beneath that shy leaf
under the brambles
of the backyard.
Falling free in a parachute
from the C 46
over the water tank,
rolling down the lonely hillock,
tender feet chasing it
right through.
Reverberating on a dark night
under a studded canvas
glittering like crystals.
Sleeping in the open,
tunes floating in wistfully,
whispering its promise,
breathing gently on
my eyelids.
I slip into slumber
to the mellow melody
and look for the words
in the puffy clouds above.
Perhaps they'll fall
one rainy day
on a parched mind
and dry eyes.
Fall down my cheeks
in a song,
raindrops reminding
me of
my lost song.
By Nandita De nee Chatterjee
Nandita, it feels like we are flowing and moving with the poem as you take us to different places and change through different scenes. This poem is written beautifully and was a pleasure to read! Thank you for sharing.