I am a broken bow,

An embodiment,

A monument,

A besieged land,

A broken promise,

A flightless bird,

A lonely prince fallen-

From the heights of fancy;

A withered flower,

From the grace of starry sky

Slithered in the rain and tempest of emotions

A nestling thrown out of nest,

Fallen short of a breathing space

Please contain! let me gasp,

Please come near my window side,

Gift me the music of empathy,

And the last drip before I am called,

For I know not to go, for I came not by me.

It’s not because some one is waiting, but I am waiting.

Just like a desert sucking the last drip of a wayward raindrop.

And like a mirage which bears a offended reverie,

I am just another for comparison; just compare and drop!

.......................................................Priyan