An elegy
(In memoriam -- Lata, an embodiment of music)
The sun ☀ is sunken and the wearied Bird,
Soaking her wings into the golden light,
Disappeared from my eyes leaving songs,
Those she's sung and sung for the day, so long.
She'll sing no more, no more I'll see in the least,
Those feathers white, that smile bright,
That grace and loveliness, that not once,
But many a time made gods and lords
Bow their crowned heads down on her feet.
O, the muse, Bird you weren't ever,
And never were an earthly being, were rather,
An embodied spirit made out of sur divine.
Not my lips, as I can't sing, in my heart will ring
Your mellow melodies unending and undying.
For the readers :
The Muse -- (Greek & Roman myths. one of the
nine sister goddesses that inspires music).
In this poem, ' the muse' -- poet's inspiration.
Mellow--(here) full and pure without harshness.
Style – A Shakespearean sonnet.
(Oxford Dictionary)
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