Priya's Poems-10: "Ode to Juno"

A Tale is in air.
An unheard melody,
Silent lamentations,
Some commemorations,
Vacant dreams,
It’s an Untold tale
of this barren land.

Others
In green.
With blossoming of flowers
in Varied colours…
With barley and rye
Ready for harvest,
With melodies of
Cuckoos and nightingales,
Always in spring.

But,
Tears are soaked in this barren land
Grim in grey and blue,
Howls of
owls and vultures,
Always in winter.

Longing for spring,
Oh what black curse,
Have fallen upon me?

Of fertile nights ,
And winds of melodious ,
sweet lullabies,
pardoned here are rotten woods ,
Of which cradles are made,
yet broken they start ,
and broken they stay.

Ye……..JUNO
Waiting for thy grace.