A sip of black potion she takes, Droning to herself, ' it's only keepsake'. Playing with grasshoppers has been rooted, Memories warms her heart,has been superannuated. Heart and eyes reluctantly mingle, At the very moment,both are quite tangible. Suddenly thrilling clouds again come with rain, And a melodious sound strike ears of peahen. She gets wet in rain, it's a premonition, Melodies vitalizes her dead emotion. Modestly turns at the peak, and she shocks, With open blue wings, it's peacock. She flies, she falls, she faints, Open eyes after a while in arms of her soulmate. Sternly she pushes him away, Instead of apologizing,he has nothing to say. In the dense forest, in the dart night, Beauty of her might be blight. Suspects, as he once has ditched her, Till dawn, doesn't lose even a single fur. Gonna confess, he decides, Confronting to her,tells in precise. Taking enough of time and thereafter, Forgives, as she want to be go-getter. Listen to her heart, ignoring the brain, Again they dance together in heavy rain. ~ Priya Mishra #ATaleOfALittleBird (sequel) part-2
