Friday, February 8, 2013

Awaited Messenger


through the valleys, o'er the scrow
hofully taking the messages,ye pigeon or a crow?
Whence, comest thou? dost anyone know?
from a desert or snow ?

ye naughty bird i waitin for ye overmany
lookin onuppan the scrow , may we find any
we besought you for early arrival
thy art my fere,i beseech ye for this approval

here ye arrive, o bird! naught for me , i cried
really thou've nary for me , i fell deprived
ye've no whit made the fault, whom for i sing song
may no whit want to hold my hand any long




-  Ashwarya Pratap Singh