Koel

The song wafts down with the wind Pulling at the heart’s strings Its sweetness lifting my fallen spirits Gifting them with invisible wings To soar high in the sky Releasing the constriction That comes with being tethered To worldly inhibitions My eyes search in vain For a glimpse of the one who Owns such melodious strains And yet wishes to remain unseen I withdraw my steps Allowing the space So fiercely guarded Somewhere among the green Am happy that I have The sweet voice to listen When the maddening world Crawls up to my inner being Our dens are amidst the din Yet one remains untouched While the other’s soul Lies tormented and scorched…