My Misplaced Solace by K. Priyamallika (18, India)

One fine day  
In meadows faraway 
As I strayed 
Reminiscing the yonder ways  
The golden grass shining  
With dew drops divining 
I came across that familiar place  
Where once stood my Solace 
Seeking birds’ eggs 
And falling on the cushioned bushes  

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The summer heat raging  
Yet your silhouette relieving 
My dear confidante 
Your presence no more evident 
The Eggshells lay scattered 
In our haven now decedent 
As I return 
To my sojourn 
Through the fixtures and the notebooks with my reverie
​Your ache is what I see 
Your ache is what I hear 
Your ache echoes everywhere 
As you fell, none to care 
Your mangled corse 
Your voice so hoarse 
Your Visage so pale 
Swept by the rushing gale 
Yet at times in my heart you surface 
My misplaced solace