Poetry - Home and the Heart by Gayatri Pujari

The rain pelts in the dark,

On the laburnum that stood still,

Beneath which, there was a soul,

Strong enough to fight the kill.

The rain pierced his wounds,

As the water was hurting the crown,

Of a friend not good enough to speak,

But enough to not let him drown.

His tears held to the leaf,

That in turn, held his heart,

He'd rather die, for forever,

Than to accept the part .

He kept on fighting the thunder,

But his speech rid friend just couldn't,

He could mourn night and day,

He can, but he didn't.

Travellers who came, went away,

Those who couldn't fell asleep,

The tree collapsed and died,

But his friend couldn't weep.

The dawn now drowns in the sky,

As that rain still haunts and roam,

The friend of the old buried ash,

Will now never have a home.

Gayatri Pujari