
Born in the lush green woods
She was the darling of elf hoods
Who loved to play pranks
And hovered around the banks
Where she grew.
Her beauty could dethrone
The king of kings who hone
A desire to possess a gemstone
An unbridled undertone
That mentors our passion.
Teary-eyed she looked around
Tried to hear the strange sound
Why she had been bound
To those weird wires in a mound
Where she lay trapped.
Wan and weary she thought
Of fairy grandmother who had taught
Never show your weakness if caught
Lie still with a secret draught
Of desires that disconcert.
Years of subjugation and crippled wings
Smothered her joy with nasty stings
Slayed her passion for warm springs
Erased her yearning for all the things
She lost the longing to spread her wings.
© Balroop Singh
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So sad and poignant…
I was no mood to save her 🙂
Such a sad ending Balroop.
I know I hate sad endings but this was written in a pensive mood.
My first thought, Balroop, was how your poem describes many who are trapped in unhealthy relationships. It’s heartbreaking to think of those who stay in them, feeling as though there is no escape route. I also like the format in which you used, and even though the ending is dismal, you wrote it beautifully. Many hugs! 🌼
Yes Lauren, we may look the other way when we see such women who lose the desire to fly but that is a sad reality. Often my protagonists break free but for a change, this remains trapped as some of them don’t want an escape route. Thanks for your kind words of appreciation. Love and hugs back to you.
That is very sad. And yet, as a metaphor, it happens often.
Yes, sad reality despite all the modernisation!
This is so sad Balroop. We do hope along the lines that at some stage she could spread her wings again. But when you feel trapped you have no wish anymore, you just go in life as a shadow.
Take care dear
You know well Marie, women of my poetry don’t live in a shadow but this was her choice! She has accepted authority and oppression…I wonder how people can become so weak!!
Sometime you may think this is your only choice Balroop. You can’t fight anymore. I can understand this. Even if I choose another road.
A sad poem, Balroop. I hope there is a happier ending for her somewhere in the future.
May be…but in another poem 🙂
Oh, what a tragic ending, Balroop. Beautifully written.
Thanks Robbie!
This is so sad, but unfortunately probably how many people feel. I love your writing.xo
Thank you Jill, the plight of such fairies need to be highlighted. 🙂
Beautifully written Balroop, but a sad story. 😦
Sad stories need to be told Deb, who can understand it better than you.
Oh, do I get you. 🙂
While reading these lines, I could only relate it with the lives of many women. I hope attitude towards women change soon. Often, even educated people harbour constricted thoughts when it comes to women.
I am glad some men understand what these women are capable of despite the age-old efforts at crushing their spirit. Thank you arv!
Today we don’t need make extra efforts. We have enough examples.
Oh, this is so sad, so poignant…yet speaks so true to the plight of millions of women and girls around the world. Have you submitted it to any women’s magazines, Balroop? ❤️
Oh no Tina, I have never tried to do that.
So many women would appreciate reading your beautiful poetry, Balroop ❤️
This brings life into balance.
Rightly said Debo! Thanks.
“She lost her longing to spread her wings” This breaks my heart. Will she find that desire again? Is there a part 2?
There are many parts 2 in my poetry Lisa. This one remains trapped! Some people are like that, they don’t want to help themselves.
Ahhh, yes I know a few like that.
Ohhhh…wow! Balroop, a wonderful poem! I was caught up in the magical world, the gentle fun moments … then moved so by the end. Alas, too often in life this is a reality, so many wings clipped by others around. Absolutely loved this!
Oh so sad! But that’s life. As usual, written beautifully, Balroop.
Thanks!