NaPoWriMo Day 4

NaPoWriMo Day 4 was really challenging! The prompt was to write a sad poem in sonnet form. Taking inspiration from ‘Grave of the Fireflies’, the greatest, saddest film that I’ve ever seen, here’s my poem for today.

4th April

The Little Firefly
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The little firefly unfolded her wings
(Tiny, but majestic like that of king)
And battled against her dying hunger,
As she searched for food beyond yonder.
Alas! Wings struggled to hold tiny body aloft
While she weather’d storms that oft
Plagued and beat at every turn,
And even her light could not bright’n the worn
Spirit that plummeted, dimming the glow
Fading like withering wisp o’ willow.
Yet, brave firefly wrestl’d through grim night,
Determined to not give up the fierce fight.
But when night to morning finally gave,
All that remain’d was a freshly dug grave.

Amala R.

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NaPoWriMo Day 2

2nd April
Questions

When you gazed at me with those soulful eyes,
Why did my heart tighten so?
When you showed me the slightest of affections,
Why did it fulfill me so?
When you came running to me,
Why did my smile widen so?
When you comforted me with the faintest touch,
Why did it soothe me so?
When you were a feline so infinitesimal…
How did you affect me so?
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I know the bond we shared was unlike any other,
With memories to cherish forever
And life brimming with myriad of colours.
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Then why did you leave me?
Why did you steal my happiness,
Abandoning me to this void of
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Blackness?
Is this blackness simply a colour
Or an absence of colour?
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Amala R.
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Alignment of Stars

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Her beauty unmatched and ethereal,
Adorned in her hair, loving myrtle.
She gazed on him down below
As he shed tears of sorrow.
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He felt her presence, near yet far—
Circling round like morning star.
He stared at the dark Night,
Wherein their love shone bright.
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The two star cross’d lovers
Long’d to be in arms together,
One reached downwards and the other up high-
As the stars did realign themselves in the sky.
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A Druid’s Tale

 

There once was a druid
Who had an unusual name!
Some called him Led Zeppelin
While others- Mr. Pink Floyd.
He rose to immense fame
When bitten by scorpions.

The shiny colour of metallic- Ah!
Was now tinged a deep purple.
He fell to the ground with a wham
But was rescued by kool and the gang!
They dropped him near the oasis
Also nicknamed as genesis.

There he saw the light of the green day
The lush leaves and tall trees
When the winter was in coldplay
Buzzing with the sound of bees,
Gees! Yet he was still in desolation
As he longed for his iron maiden!

He Imagined slaying dragons
And rescuing her from oblivion.
He even searched for his nirvana
But could only hear ABBA ABBA.
Then by chance the police walked by
And rescued him so he could fly.

He raced in thirty seconds to mars
He even gatecrashed all the bars
Finally he reached the doors
Of his beloved’s bedroom floor
He flung it open and fought her prisoners-
The chainsmokers and foo fighters!
A hard battle he finally won
With some help of roses and guns.
(Or was it guns N’ roses?
I can never remember which one!)

The Druid and his bride returned home,
Where they received a warm welcome
From the Trans Siberian orchestra.
He then bestowed her with the title ‘Queen’
Of his country- Florence and the Machine!