THE SECRET PROMISE….

Your secret promise,

Murmured in my ear,

With your velvety divine voice,

Is the sole source of my sustainence.

You said you would come,

You would come for me.

Crossing fog and mist,

Walking through the water,

In the rivers.

I know you would come,

I know,

What it is to wait,

What it is to lose hope,

What it is to be sad

I know every form of pain,

I have experienced sorrows of all sorts.

But today I see,

Thousands of white roses,

Wet with the morning dew.

From the shadows of the moon,

That sees from behind the blue sky,

I hear the promise you made, from

The voice of angels, flying past.

You are the song of earth,

The first light of the morning Sun…

The brightness of day….

You are my love.

My longing for you, this wait,

It has its own sweet flavor and

Its different from any other, I

Have ever experienced, in the past.

I know you would come!

I have faith in your eyes, your voice

Your heart and your promise.

CAGED

To bind them in a place, limited

For whom is the sky unlimited,

With the might of men,

They are caged, feed them the best,

But for them the un-caged are privileged!

Wash their cage every day,

Water anew in the cup every day,

Best of the things served to eat,

But they would love the outside heat.

When free, the dust of the air,

Dirty water from anywhere,

With pride they’ll bear.

With the might of men,

They are caged, keep them in the best,

But for them the un-caged are privileged!

They flutter their wings in the cage,

Who cage them act sage!

I am a silent witness like others,

To their barbarous act from an age.

I desire to help them find a door ajar some day,

But what grips me is the stinking social bay.

Liza

Liza sits on the tree, like a queen,

Princess of her nest, she has been.

Her tail with a red plop at the joint,

With elegance so royal, if I point.

She is Liza the beauty queen,

A dream from the fairyland of a teen.

She sits in her nest like a scoop on a cone,

She is with Mac and not alone.

They assist each other to hack the eggs,

When Sandy disturbs them, Mac fights with Greg.

They are the occupants of the same zone,

I've seen them talk, even on the phone.

You must be confused as to who are they,

So much attention, to whom I pay.

Let me introduce them, to you without fail,

They are the birds who from India hail.

Liza and Mac are a couple I say,

In my home the two stay.

Sandy and Greg are their family friends,

These birds also follow human trends.

They are my buddies if you wish to meet,

Come to my house on Verona street.

They have their nest in the mango tree,

They are my tenants who live for free.