Once there was a little girl, full of innocent charm
Who chased butterflies in gardens, green fields
In her childish ecstassy, her eyes brimmed
with dreams of catching colours in her little palm.
So many times she used to catch them
Those winged, lovely dreams
In her innocent desire to own them she
Used to keep them in crystal jars
Her little heart used to break the next morn
When she used to see them lying
In the floor without the soul, just the tiny bodies
The little girl used to break down in tears of pain.
One day her mother saw her crying
Strings of pearl rolling down rosy cheeks.
Knowing the reason she gently hugged her,
and told her we cant own every thing we love
“Child, there are free spirits, not meant for chains.
Spirits like them are most beautiful ones
Everyone craves to own them as their own
But they wither away at the touch of chains.”
“My darling daughter, if you truly love some one,
hope what is best for him, what keeps him out of harm.
Don’t force your desire on him, let him fly to blue heaven
Let him live, love, relish and nurture his freedom.”
True, love cannot be held in captive or be forced on anyone.
ReplyDeletegreat poem..with wise words..let them fly
ReplyDeletedear zakeer,
ReplyDeletelove and loved one both should be let live their own life. chaining them down will mean death of the relationship.
bestest wishes,
dear robert,
ReplyDeleteyes, if you love them, set them free..
with warmest wishes,