Crimson Hearts !

So heavy was her heart , she could scarcely fly
Her mate had just died, she knew not how to cry

As the little bird flies through the clear blue sky
Lets a heart rending shriek, through the silence of the day !

She did add colour, to the blue of the sky
The yellow's , the green's and the red, and white

A joy to see, for the people below
As she flew across the meadow, looking for the thorn  tree !

Her grief, no one knew, only she knew best
She had no one to talk to , she had no rest

In search of her only solace , she's now looking for
To end her little life, on the thorn tree

Her heart she did impale, she'd found the thorn tree
Her soul did soar to meet her mate in the yonder !

Somewhere somehow, like this little bird did
There are people with sorrow, hearts heavy as hers !

Silent tears, are cried, and the world does not know
The sorrow and the grief, some people don't even show !

Somewhere in the process, people's acts and thoughts
Some aware,  some unaware, of being a thorn tree themselves !

Mahesh Laxman

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