Night....

When the sun goes down
And the stars twinkle out
I close my eyes to sleep..
Hoping not to see the twilight again…
But to soak in the dark night deep…
The moon light carries away…
The effect of night
Many lay unaware…
Many lay awake under the divine white….
Many lay awake
To breathe their last..
And I lay awake in the prison..in which am cast….
Then goes down the stars
And rises the sun!
Shame on my eyes and I cry for the dark…
The sun glows on my face red plum!
With my face turned off..
I wait for the end of the day…
On the dark bedroom with no air to breath I lay!
Then at the end when the sun goes down,
And the stars twinkle out
I close my eyes to sleep..
Hoping not to see the twilight again…
But to soak in the dark night deep…

Died Unsung

I am the bird who died unsung
whose life ended with a bung!
My want was to sing
To wake the flowers..
To ring the rusty bells with all powers!
I wanted to flutter around the bushels
and feel my body against the flowers!
But were are the bushels ,where are the flowers..???
It is there shadow ,which only hovers!!
The frost froze my beak
The thorns made me bleed..
My song remained unheard,
And life remained my need!
Chilled by frost,bled by thorn!
Why was I then actually born??
Perhaps to feel the air move out of my lung..
I am the bird who died unsung!!"