Refusal

When shadows rise,
From within, 
Life closes its paths,
That's where she has been,
Her emotions all gone,
Stabbed to death,
Her will becoming strong,
With every breath,
The mockingbirds at night sings no more,
There is only silence where it sang before,
She wondered why that has been?
Has our ignorance chocked their voices?
Do they ever had  choices?
The feeling of betrayal, 
Is worse than death,
For death strikes at once ,
 But latter everyday,
Both causes pain,
In there own way.
She stumbled upon the grass,
Refused to stop,
To reach the horizon ,
Just to catch some scaup,
Oh how she wished to be that bird,
This period of growing up,
Is torturous and absurd.
She wondered why the kids refused to play..
Has the unreasonable doubt kept them away?
Are we taking there childhood this way,
Or blocking their imaginations for the coming days,
She wondered why the trees so still?
They must have felt the winter cold,
The angry young , the failing old.
Is there a better world somewhere,
Or better people to bring her out of despair, 
Avoiding the faces she ran for a while,
Her face so plane,Has lost that smile,
Was it the time or circumstances,
 Whatever the reason be,
She never gave up on chances,
As for how we live today,
Will change our lives for the coming days..
As Per now, she know,
Why we refuse to grow,
Why the mockingbirds refused to sing,
No one understand  the joy they bring,
She know why the trees are not like before,
We refuse to change , and I will say no more.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Vaso Avatar
March 21, 2015 at 12:04 AM
I found this poem to be absolutely great, loved the imagery! Well done!
Saxena Avatar
April 22, 2015 at 10:41 AM
Thank You
Miers Avatar
December 16, 2014 at 6:07 PM
this piece seemed somewhat discordant to me. of course, that could be just me. but, there are some exquisitely delicate and imaginative lines. quite a few actually. it seems like a very creative soul 'becoming' in her intellect and art. as we all endeavor to do.
Eseke Avatar
December 14, 2014 at 11:32 AM
enjoyed reading this,keep it up dear.....
Saxena Avatar
December 15, 2014 at 12:24 PM
thanx :)
Chakrabarty Avatar
December 14, 2014 at 11:00 AM
Why the mockingbirds refused to sing,--sad yes they have lost their branches to sit on We refuse to change for others as well. Your poem is a reminder. grand Manya. Write on . A 7 from me. Love.
Saxena Avatar
December 15, 2014 at 12:25 PM
thanx sir !! :) :)
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