Oru chinna poem…oru chinna post

Spread her wings
far and wide;
Flap them to and fro,
from side to side.
A feather, a bubble,
a wish, a trinket
All things dear to her,
yet so fragile!
Memories of broken dreams
fill her in,
As she walks the path,
the forbidden path.

‘Hey, you’, whispers
the voice of her soul
Dare she heed any,
lest her destiny deny her role,
She hastens on the path –
the call from the wild
The Devil’s more powerful
than her disheartened own.
She steps in tiptoe,
as quiet as her shadow
Her ignorance divine,
her mind aglow

Like the wonderland
through a rabbit-hole,
Seeks yet another
Alice of its own
The call was enchanting,
the promise so soothing
The Lord, her shepherd
tends to her soul
Alas the Devil tempts her
to the path unknown
O dear child, her fear is
but not a word spoken.

The Devil, the fantasy,
the mirage the sands have seen
Speak of a world through
the looking-glass
A world manifested
full of promises galore
For what seems real may not be and
what isn’t may seem so!
Yet again, her faith is shattered,
her dream broken
Yet another path seeks her,
seeks the gossamer of her dreams!