I saw a wee robin one day in the valley
Her breast glowed red at dawn.
I watched her as she hopped and skipped
From branch to bough, playing the rhapsody
Of her journey towards womanhood!
Her breast was pale and shadowed.
I saw her as she flitted and rushed nervously
From bush to briar, crooning a poignant melody
Of unrequited passion in a loveless union!
His mane glowed fiercely amber at dawn.
I watched him prowl, aimless and restless
From bush to briar, snarling a warning
Of love lost in the pathos of parting!
Her breast glowed red as his mane did amber
She picked the sores on his back tenderly
Anointing them with her prayers and love!
He snapped at her furiously and cruelly
Snarling a curse of angry disdain!
A powerful blend of crimson and amber,
He carries her tenderly as she croons a melody
Of pure and unfettered love!
He carries her flamboyantly as she relates the tale,
Of the blossoming passion between
The wee robin and the lumbering lion!
Ganesh Kartikeya
