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Walk

“When the birds leave the nest to fly in another sky, 
the feathers they leave become memory” - Quote by Poet


I built a nest for them so together we could stay,
kept it warm in the winter nights of frost and cold,
no sweeping storm of strife could ever blow it away,
where I held them in my tender wings’ sheltered fold.

They grew up nurtured in the cradle of care,
learned to build and face life in the chosen way,
the loving process with them I could affably share,
the passing parental joy lasted until they flew away.

The cherished bond turns into frail strands of memory,
entwined with the feathers they leave, I forget to cry.
In the residual time I weave the mental tapestry,
and to retain their fading faces in its motif I try.

A lone traveler at the edge of the twilight I sorely sigh,
with the descending desolateness in the nest I talk.
In the memory mirror the lost dreams I descry,
as toward the obscurity the last mile I walk.

Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023

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Paula Goldsmith Date: 8/16/2023 12:04:00 PM Congratulations on your win. Your "Walk" is a wonderful/lovely write. "Love It" Have a great day............ Login to Reply Subimal Sinha-Roy Date: 8/16/2023 10:20:00 PM Thank you, Paula for liking the poem.

Kim Merryman Date: 8/15/2023 9:29:00 AM A lovely, emotional look at raising children and them leaving the nest. A touching write, Subimal! Blessings, Kim M Login to Reply Subimal Sinha-Roy Date: 8/16/2023 10:20:00 PM Thank you so much for your visit, Kim, and for appreciating the contents.