Pain of Loneliness of my Kingfisher

Pain of my Kingfisher

Many years have passed in this symphony

Living in my garden, a Kingfisher gives me company

Sitting on a tree branch, keeps me watching

Some resemblance in life, he seems feeling

Feeling some sameness of pains and pleasures

In our minds as memorial treasures

I too watch him curiously

Feeling his pains of loneliness seriously

Through a psychological bridge in between

For nine months a year when none needs him

Only activity he often involves, I found

Every twenty minutes or so, flies he down

To my garden bath tub full of water, for a quick dip

And returning back to the branch to dry up for the next trip

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He keeps quiet like me, sitting alone

As if the life has no purpose, no mission own

For nine months a year except the weather spring

When a counterpart needs him as procreator being

She comes, sits with him on the tree branch

Makes him happy with promise of loving trance

Emotions played upon, his pains worked upon

Thinking his days of loneliness are gone

He agrees to the need

Provides to her, his procreative seed

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He takes her to his apartment reserved

Safe and comfortable, private and undisturbed

In wall of bore-well in the garden

Treating me as his appointed warden

They play inside, often go for outing together

Cheerfully with plans for long future together

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Eggs are laid and hatched, babies are protected

And fed with insect delicacies by him selected

With hope of having a family life forever unobstructed

But, as the spring comes to end

Babies learn flying becoming independent

She takes the babies and flies away, flies away

No request of staying heeded, she got what she needed

Yet, I hear her saying -

'Good bye, my love, I would come,

When I need and find else none'

Leaving my Kingfisher alone, dreams shattered and gone

With tears silent, sitting on the tree branch alone

All alone again, like me since ever forlorn

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People come for entertaining themselves

Through playing on my emotions and pains of loneliness

And go off to find better pastures

Leaving me with my lone gestures

This has been happening with none to help

Still I bend to fool myself

With some hope, but all in vain

Like my kingfisher's pain

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