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Harneet Singh Poem
I don’t need golden wings to fly
O rope I can’t see but you tie
so hard, I have lost the vigor to cry.
Don’t drag me in this world of lie.
Amid the oceans , Above the land
Over the snow and over the sand.
Give me the wings to fly,
I want to touch the sky.
Day after day , A hopeful ray
Came my way, I woke today.
A girl in gold ,younger yet old !
Peeping through the glass window
The sight of a bird flying high
catches the iris of her eye.
Bird is having fun scailing the sun
Riding on his wings in the boundless sky
He is brave enough unlike me not shy.
The tides of the ocean dance
on the beats of his song
clouds bidding adios
as he sails along.
Day after day , A hopeful ray
Came my way, I realized today.
Trees are calling him
With bustling leaves.
Wherever he needs
A nest he weaves.
He didn’t have the golden wings
Neither had he wore round rings.
Nor his feathers studded with lie .
That’s why Drizzle that’s why
He is flying too high.
Day after day , A hopeful ray
Came my way, I grasped today
Copyright © Harneet Singh | Year Posted 2017
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Harneet Singh Poem
One winter morning, cold and cloudy
A bird singing on the backyard tree
Of an old age home paused suddenly
To find a sobbing old man
He put a curious query.
“Why are you crying daddu?
Tell me if I can help you.’”
“Give this letter to Jeetu, my son.
His address or details I know none.”
The letter said “Dear Son, do you remember?”
Along the fields in muddy water
As we were riding on the cycle
Your feet got stuck in the wheel
No one around to stop the blood
Fields were frightened by your squeal.
Many fold increased my heartbeat
Rushed towards the tubewell , washed your feet.
My clothes got wet, my beard got wet
Having a chocolate your mood got set
Son, now these eyes are wet
When – oh – when will you come
To make them set.
Every night when the door bell rang
You woke till 10 to open the door.
Jumping to hug a melody you sang
“papa, kya laaye ho?”… and some more
Son, now this heart is short of hugs
I miss the melody ,I miss the song
They aren’t there for so long
Tearful was the bird’s face
Flew to his mother, reported the case
“Aren’t the parents gift of God ?
How can humans think them load?
Is this the wisdom humans got
To leave their parents alone to
Die of hunger, pain and sufferings
In the last stages of the life road.”
“They talk of heaven, They say it well.
In old age homes their parents dwell.
They have learnt to live, forgot to love.
Empowered with money but lost the jewel.”
They are destined to wither who depart from their source.
If values were preserved, no old age homes of course.
Copyright © Harneet Singh | Year Posted 2017
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