Why the Spring Didn’t Sing?

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Wandering alone beneath the grey sky I stumbled.

Do you know how it feels to get hurt?

My knee was bleeding. I could barely move… I spotted a thorn stuck to my bare heel. Yet, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. It has become a habit now. I’m pretty much used to it. (Chuckle)

Thorns don’t hurt me anymore.

It’s Love that hurts. It’s the mistakes, the unknowingly committed “crimes” that hurt.

It’s the spring that doesn’t sing anymore. It’s the rainy days that don’t sing that hurt.

 

The inability to live the life of a Dad’s princess doesn’t hurt me.

Not being able to become the best daughter doesn’t hurt anymore,

Nor the insomniac nights, nor the lonely moments carry the ravaging sword…

 

Not being able to tame the speed of the Unicorn of time hurts,

The silence of the autumn,

Ripples of transcendent love of the past

The coldness of the withering winter hurts…

The silence of the cuckoo makes my heart bleed!

 

I was wandering alone in the spring evening

The grey sky didn’t blame me

And the nightingale didn’t sing…

 

©ananyagoswami

2 thoughts on “Why the Spring Didn’t Sing?

  1. Thank you Eugenia! I’m so glad you loved it…Means a lot to me. You’ve a splendid website too. XOXO

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