On one fine Sabbath morn,
My eyes took in the morning calm
The shaking of the leaves
Fog and the mild wind
In the middle of the night,
I heard a cry
I wanted to find out why
Soon, I was taken to a deserted place
But there lie no trees and plants
But still I heard a sound
That bore into my heart.
Remembering my past
There is one whom I know the best
But still I hear a sound
Right behind I saw stumps of trees.
Yes, the sound of rivers that flow
For the happy moments that were
But I was totally confused
The sound which came.
Alas I was taken away to a place
Where it seemed like heaven
With lots of flowers and plants
Butterflies and bees
I don’t know what
But the sound stayed with me
No answer
For the sound which I heard
I just felt irritation
Opening my eyes slowly
Saw my mother’s face
With a cup of water
Oh my goodness
It was just a dream that I dreamt
But the places I saw I remember
Again a question!
What was the sound
May be Nature’s cry.
Reny K. Boby,IX, Nirmalamatha Convent School, Kunnamkulam, Thrissur
