leela chakrabarty
I am but a Songbird
Dear Pipit
Flying free, up and about
Oh, I hear you’re envious of me-
I am perplexed!
Oh, little Pipit
I know I am the chosen one
and many get drowned
in my soothing sounds
Oh, little Pipit
I’m but a songbird
I long to live just like you do!
Free from scheduled hours.
Dear Pipit
Please pray for me
so I can leave
to live my dreams!
Walk
As the morning unfolds-
I walk through a rice field
Amused by scarecrows used as decoys
that stand sentinel in the midst of the verdant green field-
I walk, though
-clueless of what lies ahead!
As I feel the heat of the sun
shadows get shorter and changes direction
I walk pass tall coconut trees
I hear sounds gurgle from the irrigation waters
I walk and walk
-clueless of what lies ahead
As the sun drowns at a distant horizon
and muddles the colours of the sky
I look at the sky sprinkled with dream dust
Overcome with reverence
I reminisced-
I have walked the walk!
Yet-clueless of what lies ahead!
Leela Chakrabarty is a former lecturer who holds a Post graduate certificate in teaching and learning in higher education. She has written in both genres- fiction and non-fiction. Now writes for New Sunday Times and conducts MUET workshops. Pursuing passion for writing after optional retirement from UPSI (Sultan Idris Education University).
Dear Pipit
Flying free, up and about
Oh, I hear you’re envious of me-
I am perplexed!
Oh, little Pipit
I know I am the chosen one
and many get drowned
in my soothing sounds
Oh, little Pipit
I’m but a songbird
I long to live just like you do!
Free from scheduled hours.
Dear Pipit
Please pray for me
so I can leave
to live my dreams!
Walk
As the morning unfolds-
I walk through a rice field
Amused by scarecrows used as decoys
that stand sentinel in the midst of the verdant green field-
I walk, though
-clueless of what lies ahead!
As I feel the heat of the sun
shadows get shorter and changes direction
I walk pass tall coconut trees
I hear sounds gurgle from the irrigation waters
I walk and walk
-clueless of what lies ahead
As the sun drowns at a distant horizon
and muddles the colours of the sky
I look at the sky sprinkled with dream dust
Overcome with reverence
I reminisced-
I have walked the walk!
Yet-clueless of what lies ahead!
Leela Chakrabarty is a former lecturer who holds a Post graduate certificate in teaching and learning in higher education. She has written in both genres- fiction and non-fiction. Now writes for New Sunday Times and conducts MUET workshops. Pursuing passion for writing after optional retirement from UPSI (Sultan Idris Education University).