The bonsai

 

 

The cloud that hovered above the nest

Soon after your last flap on my branch

When you soared beyond my stretched sight

Has now burst to pour his pain with a thunder

And my eye stares upwards at the skies

But strangely the stage is deserted still

Even as the curtains are raised to audience

While the twigs drip with the alighted sorrow

Drop by drop the roots shrink to miniature

Wriggling with pain like a parched gill on land

While you drown my world with despair

The promise of the foliage is belied now

As life wraps up in the callous  baked clay

The rich roots dwindle , knocking at walls

The buds deflate and fruits become dots

A smaller replica of the unblossomed vows

Shilrivelled into a bonsai of true emotion

My smile that knows you will never return 

 

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