MY SWANSONG ..FOR YOU

KRISHNAMOORTHY

Mute at birth, my journey passed in silent, faithful ways,

In summer heat or winter chill, all with sleepless days.

No soul once paused to sense my plight or offer gentle care,

A fleeting touch, then gone again, as if I weren’t there.

 

I labored on without complaint, no kindness in return,

Your words  my daily bread, each note a love to learn.

Bore thy joy, grief and thy dreams, in sunshine or shade,

Weddings bells in heaven’s halls, I brought guests with pride.

 

Ferried death’s unspoken weight to places near and far,

My belly brimmed with lovers’ notes, their hopes in every scar.

Thunder’s roar and pouring skies, I never did turn away,

Yet I feel the end is near and my sun is set for my final day.

 

Rise of  Internet and mobile calls sealed my fate with speed,

Once full of life, I now stand bare, no letters left to read.

In crimson crown I ruled the streets, now rusted in disdain,

Will you not hear my swansong now, and feel my quiet pain?

 

So now I bow, with rusted frame, yet pride within my core,

For centuries long, held thy hearts, thy whispers, hopes, and more.

If ever once I made you smile, or eased a heavy load,

Then let me fade with quiet grace, along this winding road.