Captive Fawn

Yesterday, in the meadows with comrades, dewy cloverleaves I nibbled, Kneaded with hoofs, as galloped in euphoria hither and thither, In a free, safe, and worthy world of utopia, my life flew off, With companions gobbling cloverleaves and galloping bethink now, Enclosed by lattice, so dry and thorny stalks weaved in thousands of eyes, A worn and torn cypress, sulking under the azure heaven, Neither cloverleaf nor cowslip to munch, pricky grasses instead, Round and round scamper I within, my lonely soul escaping outside, Afar, meadow and wilderness so green and opulent, Beads of dews mingling upon, rolling on and sliding off, Of my kind, devouring and whispering a blithe song to cloverleaves, Galloping like a triumph of abduction I from the meadow, My forlorn bell raising loud and louder in the zoological garden, Pious living souls or saints to hear my call and companions to rescue, Peering through the lattice, so blue and hollow my eyes sink inside, Furs are forsaking my populous body to leave barren, A day or two, they shall not miss the melody that I sang, Neither they will know where I went, but believe I am there, Their world so tired and battered of no entertainment, Marvel so deeply where I elude with no trace of spoor, Wander in the venture of the entertainer to rainbow their world, In the zoological garden flatten I in the verge of last breath, Friends outside the lattice that part our world; freedom and captivity, I shall bell for liberation for once, breathe no more afterward. Thank you - Thinley UT Jamtsho Mongar- 17658720