Take on " Come back to my sad heart".

         Take on   “Come  back to my sad heart”

Ye! Lovely, divine   chattering  birds

Regular   visitor  to my  ancestral garden,

Ye parrots!come  back  to my sad heart,

Sing  along  with  me  to  the tune of my harping

Violin, melody  and practice long  forgotten,

Yet ,the memory   heals  the Soul’s Malady.

Melody revisited, revived, in hums   and

Painful tunes, pain  of  unsurfacing   angst.          

Ye Birds! Little  for  the Sun we cared,

And  little  for  fame  and Name.

Your pouring  a requiem for   the

Grand lady, grandma   of the house,               

Bring the end of all times, you continue.