that morning
i was dazed
the sky was downcast
like a flower soon to fade
i was up but not yet awake
like a dried stream waiting for rain
and upon my window sill
a dainty nightingale came
she sang and sang
until I asked what she willed
i had no room in my heart
so full of untold misery
yet I let her in
she sang tunes merrily
from morning till eve
soon this heart got used to the oddity
i fed and fed
from what little i had
so enchanted was I
forgot i needed fed myself
soon i realized
she left me for hours
after having her fill
and I was left starved
and then i was the one singing
wishing she’d come back
mornings reduced to nights
with me trapped beyond will
i started leaving grubs in a tin
outside my window sill
many others came
seldom did she
and then one day
when i was desperate and sick
for the rustic nomadic
i cried a river, and drank my fill
for I had learnt
that she had left me
and found another lone heart
to mess and meddle with

Very nice.
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Thank you, Manoj.
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