Three and Thirty Springs
Two and twenty springs
thick boughs and fragile twigs
hued in foilage's deep green
amidst the blossomed serene
pods burst,floated in wind,our seeds
and thousands and more leaves
drunk in life we poured in
danced to the breeze's tunes
Remember?
one fine early spring
sprout'd i,after long nursling
unfurled my newborn leaves
beheld astonished!
yards away you stood,a young sapling
and comfort's wind blew,
brushing through
carried your warm greetings
and day by day,
how we burgeoned high
eager to reach each other's height
and deep the rootlets grew,
breached the sand
eager to meet and hold hand
and underneath the loam
season by season,we bloom'd
from your raw charm,
to my pale branch;
your ethereal emerald frame,
to my laced crimson veil;
and the fresh breeze that kissed,
cosset,imprinted your touch;
sprinkled on me,
the drops that bathed thee,
and the dawn's dew,
formed the pearls
on our petal's heart,
avow our love!
even in tempest day,
you sang aubade
in mine ears alone,
the melody melted
and in those moonlit nights
our silhouette so formed,
sparkled in light!
alas! how to erase that one cursed day
when under the sleep's spell we lay
you cried and horror met our eyes
their metallic axe,
chop! chop! chop!
severing you into two,
pulling the damp roots
hacking,
bruising,
bleeding you,
and painful screams echoed
i cried
i screamed
but no single branch moved,
to pull them off you;
no single root climbed up,
to drag them to abyss;
and i saw them murdering you,
not a thing i could do.
three and thirty springs
your dry stump stood
and i pray day and night,
wishing, you'd sprout again,my love!
Copyright © Nitika Singh | Year Posted 2017
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